Betrayed
Backstab a nigga they all turned on me shit
I like fully autos, grab the blick I threw the switch in it
Niggas tried to snake me now they moving on some brodie shit
And I don't fuck with niggas I'm just moving on some doly shit
The Rollie shit, I can't waste my time on my Rollie bitch
And bitches ain't real so my heart it got a hole in it
And I was contemplating who my nigga fore' I wrote the diss
And I know bitches tricking and they hoeing I don't want no kiss
And they all changed on a nigga
Before I die I swear to god I'll put a stain on a nigga
And there's times I cried to myself they blamed it on a nigga
I call the blick Johnny Storm the way I flame it on these niggas
S550 I might pull up in
Save a couple racks just for the cars I want the Cullinan
Culinary chef just with the bread that's how I'm cutting it
And they ain't show me love so how the fuck I fell in love with em
Yeah she came and then she left again
Broke me and she left me there
They posted on the snap but we be posted with the F&N
Act like you don't care but it don't translate in the messages
I fuck with you heavy but I can't walk up through that hell again
What the method is
I just wanna swipe it with my swipers get the benefits
Swear I'm more loyal than most these niggas that's most definite
Casper cop the Roll's Ghost body color peppermint
Designer shoes yea my step it got some pep in it
And shorty she a thief, she won my heart but then she left with it
Need someone to hold me down
But they always let me down
How you, how you, how you love, all these niggas
And I know I got em' sick, Pockets getting bigger
I can't give love to a thot, show love to my niggas
I get love up on the block chilling with my hittas
Real nigga
I can't be chilling with no lames in the mixture
Thought you was the one but then I seen you in a picture
And yeah I get hurt cus I love-a-love a lot
Yeah
And we can't love-a-love a thot
And niggas ain't real they be acting what they not
I treat em like Dikembe only hit em with the block
And I can't even tell if they really is my guys
I thought you was my rock
I thought you was a rider
I gave you my love, you gave me nada
I lose her every time just like a lighter
And I can beat that box up, I hit it like Pinatas
Yatas
Yatas
You ain't my bitch so why you lie for
I thought you was the one and you was everything I'd die for
You left me in the cold with my hands tied and my heart blindfold
And what I do you wouldn't do the same you like a rival
Trifling
I know they trifling
Why they do that shit
Why they do that shit, and I be asking to god like why they do this shit
If you was real you would be by my side
If you was real no you never would lie
And all I wanted was some answers, I ain't get no reply
PTSD all I have is bad dreams every night
And I just know that I'm the one
Why I keep it real with all these people, They don't show me love
Yeah they stabbed me in my back
Only showing loyalty where I'm at
And there will never be another one of me cus imma
Real nigga
I can't be chilling with no lames in the mixture
Thought you was the one but then I seen you in a picture
And yeah I get hurt cus I love-a-love a lot
Yeah
And we can't love-a-love a thot
And niggas ain't real they be acting what they not
I treat em like Dikembe only hit em with the block
And I can't even tell if they really is my guys
Really is my guys
Real nigga
No lames in the mixture
In a picture
Yeah I get hurt cus I love-a-love a lot
Love a thot
Really is my guys
Really is my guys
I like fully autos, grab the blick I threw the switch in it
Niggas tried to snake me now they moving on some brodie shit
And I don't fuck with niggas I'm just moving on some doly shit
The Rollie shit, I can't waste my time on my Rollie bitch
And bitches ain't real so my heart it got a hole in it
And I was contemplating who my nigga fore' I wrote the diss
And I know bitches tricking and they hoeing I don't want no kiss
And they all changed on a nigga
Before I die I swear to god I'll put a stain on a nigga
And there's times I cried to myself they blamed it on a nigga
I call the blick Johnny Storm the way I flame it on these niggas
S550 I might pull up in
Save a couple racks just for the cars I want the Cullinan
Culinary chef just with the bread that's how I'm cutting it
And they ain't show me love so how the fuck I fell in love with em
Yeah she came and then she left again
Broke me and she left me there
They posted on the snap but we be posted with the F&N
Act like you don't care but it don't translate in the messages
I fuck with you heavy but I can't walk up through that hell again
What the method is
I just wanna swipe it with my swipers get the benefits
Swear I'm more loyal than most these niggas that's most definite
Casper cop the Roll's Ghost body color peppermint
Designer shoes yea my step it got some pep in it
And shorty she a thief, she won my heart but then she left with it
Need someone to hold me down
But they always let me down
How you, how you, how you love, all these niggas
And I know I got em' sick, Pockets getting bigger
I can't give love to a thot, show love to my niggas
I get love up on the block chilling with my hittas
Real nigga
I can't be chilling with no lames in the mixture
Thought you was the one but then I seen you in a picture
And yeah I get hurt cus I love-a-love a lot
Yeah
And we can't love-a-love a thot
And niggas ain't real they be acting what they not
I treat em like Dikembe only hit em with the block
And I can't even tell if they really is my guys
I thought you was my rock
I thought you was a rider
I gave you my love, you gave me nada
I lose her every time just like a lighter
And I can beat that box up, I hit it like Pinatas
Yatas
Yatas
You ain't my bitch so why you lie for
I thought you was the one and you was everything I'd die for
You left me in the cold with my hands tied and my heart blindfold
And what I do you wouldn't do the same you like a rival
Trifling
I know they trifling
Why they do that shit
Why they do that shit, and I be asking to god like why they do this shit
If you was real you would be by my side
If you was real no you never would lie
And all I wanted was some answers, I ain't get no reply
PTSD all I have is bad dreams every night
And I just know that I'm the one
Why I keep it real with all these people, They don't show me love
Yeah they stabbed me in my back
Only showing loyalty where I'm at
And there will never be another one of me cus imma
Real nigga
I can't be chilling with no lames in the mixture
Thought you was the one but then I seen you in a picture
And yeah I get hurt cus I love-a-love a lot
Yeah
And we can't love-a-love a thot
And niggas ain't real they be acting what they not
I treat em like Dikembe only hit em with the block
And I can't even tell if they really is my guys
Really is my guys
Real nigga
No lames in the mixture
In a picture
Yeah I get hurt cus I love-a-love a lot
Love a thot
Really is my guys
Really is my guys
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Writer(s): Zyair Fernandes
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