Don't Hit Up My Phone
Bitch I eat beats no jelly
Live in the heat no helly
Not prone to defeat
If you fuckin' wit me cum heavy
Bitch made niggas don't temp me
I'll read they as like a prose piece
This nigga don't really know me
My niggas really gotta hold me back
Before I smack a bitch to the 40's
Got him singing oldies
Cuz he talkin' all that smack
Don't really think I'm chosen
Cuz I'm not the one
That'll deal with all your crap
Bitch nigga this ain't frozen
But imma princess & i'll put a freeze on that
Bullshit that u think that you talkin'
It's not often that I react so brash
My bad you just been toxic
I keep coughing I ain't finna die like that
No
Tired of the lames and these niggas wanna play me
I'm pretty kind in my mind it's gotten hazy
Gotta put the time in if you wanna hate me
Either way wont phase me
No
You're bad for my soul
Had to make it known
When I let this go
Promise me you'll grow
You're bad for my soul
Had to make it known
When I let this go
Promise me you'll grow
Promise me
Promise me
Don't hit up my phone
Promise me
Promise me
Bitch leave me alone
Things I just don't show
Me I'm going ghost
These folks just don't know me
They all just so phony
Rather feel this lonely
Before I start exploding
No time for exposing
Open doors are closing
Closing
Please forget you know me
Know me
Me I'm too grown
To fuck wit you cuz you a clone
Of fuck niggas already known
The bitch nigga shown
I'll read him like I read a poem
Pretty quick ain't takin long
Sittin' here spittin' these songs
Too sick to do it alone
Too sick like anti-vax moms
These niggas to scared of the palms
Smack em n ill move along
Givin' you hundreds of verses
Like the book of Psalms
Niggas ain't really been on
Tryna get right cuz I left here with all of my wrongs
Think to my self all alone
Sittin' in grass while I'm smokin' on lawn in my bong
Bitches just want me to fall
Niggas just think I'm agenda
Don't think I didn't remember
Comin' to torture u all
Grizzy so cold like December
Hit you like a fender bender
Bitch I'm the shit you just stalls
Rented my style imma lender
never been tender
He beat his meat to my songs
Bitch!
You think I ain't finna go ball?
Suck his dick he gimme top back
I call him my convertible
That sucka shit I ain't about that
He on his knees I make em crawl
They wanna convert me like stop that
I'm Lucifer ready to fall
Well uh
G'Bye
Niggas they full of their lies
That nigga he callin' me x-ray
I just see right thru the disguise
Live in the heat no helly
Not prone to defeat
If you fuckin' wit me cum heavy
Bitch made niggas don't temp me
I'll read they as like a prose piece
This nigga don't really know me
My niggas really gotta hold me back
Before I smack a bitch to the 40's
Got him singing oldies
Cuz he talkin' all that smack
Don't really think I'm chosen
Cuz I'm not the one
That'll deal with all your crap
Bitch nigga this ain't frozen
But imma princess & i'll put a freeze on that
Bullshit that u think that you talkin'
It's not often that I react so brash
My bad you just been toxic
I keep coughing I ain't finna die like that
No
Tired of the lames and these niggas wanna play me
I'm pretty kind in my mind it's gotten hazy
Gotta put the time in if you wanna hate me
Either way wont phase me
No
You're bad for my soul
Had to make it known
When I let this go
Promise me you'll grow
You're bad for my soul
Had to make it known
When I let this go
Promise me you'll grow
Promise me
Promise me
Don't hit up my phone
Promise me
Promise me
Bitch leave me alone
Things I just don't show
Me I'm going ghost
These folks just don't know me
They all just so phony
Rather feel this lonely
Before I start exploding
No time for exposing
Open doors are closing
Closing
Please forget you know me
Know me
Me I'm too grown
To fuck wit you cuz you a clone
Of fuck niggas already known
The bitch nigga shown
I'll read him like I read a poem
Pretty quick ain't takin long
Sittin' here spittin' these songs
Too sick to do it alone
Too sick like anti-vax moms
These niggas to scared of the palms
Smack em n ill move along
Givin' you hundreds of verses
Like the book of Psalms
Niggas ain't really been on
Tryna get right cuz I left here with all of my wrongs
Think to my self all alone
Sittin' in grass while I'm smokin' on lawn in my bong
Bitches just want me to fall
Niggas just think I'm agenda
Don't think I didn't remember
Comin' to torture u all
Grizzy so cold like December
Hit you like a fender bender
Bitch I'm the shit you just stalls
Rented my style imma lender
never been tender
He beat his meat to my songs
Bitch!
You think I ain't finna go ball?
Suck his dick he gimme top back
I call him my convertible
That sucka shit I ain't about that
He on his knees I make em crawl
They wanna convert me like stop that
I'm Lucifer ready to fall
Well uh
G'Bye
Niggas they full of their lies
That nigga he callin' me x-ray
I just see right thru the disguise
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Carmack
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