Heartbreaker
I wanna get down ugh, make that hoe suck me yeah
She put the tech down ugh, I think that she O-D yeah
She broke my heart now ugh, I slide back to codeine yeah
Don't wanna trust now ugh, that bitch act like she don't know me yeah (Aye)
I'm on my B-lo flex, tech, neck, chill
I'm wrecked decked more pills
I'm set, popped more seals
Depressed, going down hill
All I got is my niggas, my twins, and my bousins
If it ain't bout the money, I don't want discussions
Knew the shit wasn't real cuz that bitch wanna rush it
That bitch wasted my time, copped a AP I buss it (Let's go)
I'm bent (Bent)
Tried to save that lil bitch like I'm Kent (Like I'm Kent)
Had to go to my niggas and vent (Vent)
She done used me for all of my rent (All my rent)
I ain't get back the money I spent (That I spent)
I ain't get back the heart that I lent (That I lent)
When she left me that shit ain't make sense (Ain't make sense)
That hoe traded me like Carson Wentz
I just caught the fucking Holy Ghost up in this bitch
I had to snap out, glow real quick
She broke my heart and now I'm lit
Way too much stress, I'm over it
Had to shine on the bitch so I copped some baguettes, yeah
Now I ball like I'm Kevin Durant on the Nets, yeah
Had to get me some clout now that bitch all upset, yeah
Now she sit back and drown, bet the hoe gone regret, yeah
I wanna get down ugh, make that hoe suck me yeah
She put the tech down ugh, I think that she O-D yeah
She broke my heart now ugh, I slide back to codeine yeah
Don't wanna trust now ugh, that bitch act like she don't know me yeah
I wanna get down ugh, make that hoe suck me yeah
She put the tech down ugh, I think that she O-D yeah
She broke my heart now ugh, I slide back to codeine yeah
Don't wanna trust now ugh, that bitch act like she don't know me yeah
I'm on my B-lo flex, tech, neck, chill
I'm wrecked decked more pills
I'm set, popped more seals
Depressed, going down hill
All I got is my niggas, my twins, and my bousins
If it ain't bout the money, I don't want discussions
Knew the shit wasn't real cuz that bitch wanna rush it
That bitch wasted my time, copped a AP I buss it
She put the tech down ugh, I think that she O-D yeah
She broke my heart now ugh, I slide back to codeine yeah
Don't wanna trust now ugh, that bitch act like she don't know me yeah (Aye)
I'm on my B-lo flex, tech, neck, chill
I'm wrecked decked more pills
I'm set, popped more seals
Depressed, going down hill
All I got is my niggas, my twins, and my bousins
If it ain't bout the money, I don't want discussions
Knew the shit wasn't real cuz that bitch wanna rush it
That bitch wasted my time, copped a AP I buss it (Let's go)
I'm bent (Bent)
Tried to save that lil bitch like I'm Kent (Like I'm Kent)
Had to go to my niggas and vent (Vent)
She done used me for all of my rent (All my rent)
I ain't get back the money I spent (That I spent)
I ain't get back the heart that I lent (That I lent)
When she left me that shit ain't make sense (Ain't make sense)
That hoe traded me like Carson Wentz
I just caught the fucking Holy Ghost up in this bitch
I had to snap out, glow real quick
She broke my heart and now I'm lit
Way too much stress, I'm over it
Had to shine on the bitch so I copped some baguettes, yeah
Now I ball like I'm Kevin Durant on the Nets, yeah
Had to get me some clout now that bitch all upset, yeah
Now she sit back and drown, bet the hoe gone regret, yeah
I wanna get down ugh, make that hoe suck me yeah
She put the tech down ugh, I think that she O-D yeah
She broke my heart now ugh, I slide back to codeine yeah
Don't wanna trust now ugh, that bitch act like she don't know me yeah
I wanna get down ugh, make that hoe suck me yeah
She put the tech down ugh, I think that she O-D yeah
She broke my heart now ugh, I slide back to codeine yeah
Don't wanna trust now ugh, that bitch act like she don't know me yeah
I'm on my B-lo flex, tech, neck, chill
I'm wrecked decked more pills
I'm set, popped more seals
Depressed, going down hill
All I got is my niggas, my twins, and my bousins
If it ain't bout the money, I don't want discussions
Knew the shit wasn't real cuz that bitch wanna rush it
That bitch wasted my time, copped a AP I buss it
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Writer(s): Chris Copeland
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