Caught Up

Hello yeah yeah what's up
Where yo nigga at he out gone
Hell yeah i knew he wasn't around
Cause you answered right haha
Right haha i ain't trying to fuck up
No happy home but if that home ain't happy
Yeah mhmm nah for real tho haha
Over this so called love
Why me and you had to meet
Talk fuck and get caught up
Stop posting shit about us
I'm over this so called love
It's like we fighting addiction and we the drug
And i don't give a shit but shoulder shrugs
It take a special kind of hoe to know one
And all i ever gave was unconditioned love

You can ride with me or ride out it's a choice
Who you talking to put on your seat belt lower your voice
I don't want no ratchet dry bitch i like em' moist
Fuck these niggas talking bout they ain't making noise
Say bye to yo boyfriend he'll see you in the morning
His name is unimportant he collect unemployment
I got 23 in the air and i ain't talkin bout jordans
Smack her ass pull her hair then she swallow no abortion
I can't even lie that pussy fire i should record it
Ball her lil' ass up until she tap out where her sportsmanship
Put her on the couch busting nuts where her boyfriend sits
Every now and then she like to call me by my government
Knowin i don't even like that sucker shit
But on the money tip they pussy whipped
I'm money whipped that money spent
Get it again give it a flip like yfn might pay yo rent
Fuck i look like d rai davis i ain't on no funny shit

Why me and you had to meet
Talk fuck and get caught up
Stop posting shit about us
I'm over this so called love
It's like we fighting addiction and we the drug
And i don't give a shit but shoulder shrugs
It take a special kind of hoe to know one
And all i ever gave was unconditioned love

We was done 3 dms ago
About 3 weekends ago
So how she bleaching my clothes
Whole time she reached for my phone
She think i got all these hoes
It ain't her place for to know
I'm havin hoes on the the side
Can't stand on side of no hoe
Right after backshots i'm gone
I had to cash app her tho
She act a ass on that pole
Can't even lie shawty cold
But she my fries on the side
Something to go with my main course
Fuck her til she screaming my name
And now her voice horse
Way past intercourse
Missionary on the porch
Hit her on her anniversary
I ain't know she got divorced
She ain't know i had a bitch
I ain't leave her with a choice
I'm fucking with that squirting shit
Yeah she know i like it moist

Why me and you had to meet
Talk fuck and get caught up
Stop posting shit about us
I'm over this so called love
It's like we fighting addiction and we the drug
And i don't give a shit but shoulder shrugs
It take a special kind of hoe to know one
And all i ever gave was unconditioned love



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Writer(s): David Banks, Terry T Jones, Helen J Bruner
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