The Homie (feat. Sammie)

What up homie, had to call you
I met a bad one last night at my walkthrough
Bought her a drink, we hit it off, told her to fall through
And she came, we did our thing, it was awesome
But she said she had a man, but that was well after
Asked her what's his name, if you don't mind me asking
She said Amore
I'm like hold up, true story, he like my brudda
She made me promise not to say nothing
I'm like "I'm sorry, keep it 100"
I'm ain't the type, you slept with the homie
Girl, I'm the homie
So I had to call you up
I ain't even know about her
I would never cross our trust
My nigga that's G shit
I wish I chose another girl to up and leave with

Tell me how was I to know
That that girl was yours
Tell me how was I to know
You know you my boy
Never did this shit before
Tell me how was I to know

Hold up, my nigga that ain't even true
She was just a cuddie buddy
Let me hit up under the moon to the sun up
So why did she tell you that
Knew I should've stayed around in my lane
It's so complicated playing these games
It was understood, we link up, we drink up, get fucked up, but we ain't claim no names
And even though I hear ya
This ain't something I need yo
I ain't tripping 'bout y'all
I'm worried about how she's out
Saying she's my chick
Damn, I don't believe this shit
Why'd I never see this shit
I guess that's the name of the game
You play or get played in the rain

So how you supposed to know
That she would go so low
Yeah, yeah
How you supposed to know
I know you're my boy
Never did this shit before
So how you supposed to know
That she would go so low
How you supposed to know
I know you my boy
Never did this shit before
So how you supposed to know