Situation
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Fucking with these hoes will get you killed
Jealousy and greed make them set you and dip
Tek the weed tek the money too
Hop inside the lyft
God almighty only know the mount of blood spilt
God almighty only know the mount of money spent
Bitch you laid up in the sheets I'm tryna pay the rent
Like Who do you think you is? Claiming you heaven sent
Steady popping yo shit
Like who you tryna convince
Money power respect
You a triple threat nigga
Bitches after yo neck
My OG told me never chase them cause they come with a check
But when you fucking with these hoes
That shit come with some stress
Get the pussy lose you sanity
Choices that was handed me
Could never understand me
But you tryna stand on me
Red bone red bottoms
I could never let her trample me
Bitches using niggas like a motherfucking trampoline
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
No games
No games
Oh you bad bitch dont fuck with average
She smell that money and pop up just like a ad lib
Where that cash at
Gone head and run that cashapp
Then leave you assed out
Like shaq did orlando magic
Hot gyal summer full effect
Took another nigga check and then pull up you and flex
Sometimes i think about her when i sit down and reflect
I was tryna play with fire and i got my ass finessed
Fucking with these hoes will get you popped
While you playing with the pussy niggas plotting round yo block
Slip a pill inside yo drink and let them niggas in yo spot
Glock to yo top they clean you out for everything you got
Type of shit that make you go insane
You got everything to lose, she got everything to gain
Gave yo heart and yo pride, and yo time and self respect
Now you tryna call collect but the phone won't connect
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
No games
No games
Fucking with these hoes will get you killed
Jealousy and greed make them set you and dip
Tek the weed tek the money too
Hop inside the lyft
God almighty only know the mount of blood spilt
God almighty only know the mount of money spent
Bitch you laid up in the sheets I'm tryna pay the rent
Like Who do you think you is? Claiming you heaven sent
Steady popping yo shit
Like who you tryna convince
Money power respect
You a triple threat nigga
Bitches after yo neck
My OG told me never chase them cause they come with a check
But when you fucking with these hoes
That shit come with some stress
Get the pussy lose you sanity
Choices that was handed me
Could never understand me
But you tryna stand on me
Red bone red bottoms
I could never let her trample me
Bitches using niggas like a motherfucking trampoline
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
No games
No games
Oh you bad bitch dont fuck with average
She smell that money and pop up just like a ad lib
Where that cash at
Gone head and run that cashapp
Then leave you assed out
Like shaq did orlando magic
Hot gyal summer full effect
Took another nigga check and then pull up you and flex
Sometimes i think about her when i sit down and reflect
I was tryna play with fire and i got my ass finessed
Fucking with these hoes will get you popped
While you playing with the pussy niggas plotting round yo block
Slip a pill inside yo drink and let them niggas in yo spot
Glock to yo top they clean you out for everything you got
Type of shit that make you go insane
You got everything to lose, she got everything to gain
Gave yo heart and yo pride, and yo time and self respect
Now you tryna call collect but the phone won't connect
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just fucked up the situation
Yeah
You mighta just
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
I can tell you feel a way
I ain't playing games
No games
No games
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Writer(s): Timothy Reddie
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