You Say

You say
That you really love me
But I don't believe
That you really fuck with me right now

Rolling up and we shotgunning the modelos
Living good because we figured out how to let go
Green hair you can call me jared letto
Batshit crazy making noise just like a jetta

Come and take your shit back
Get out my kickback
Had to cut her loose and
Break her off just like a kit kat

Who the fuck you pissed at
I ain't trynna relapse
On my stupid decisions
So give my my fucking keys back

Put work all on my body
Keep myself in check
Receiving all these checks
She ain't even my ex

Don't hit me with that text
Because I don't want it
But we can chill up at my place
With this bottle

And she a model
Want Monte Carlo
Want the money to appear
With all my sorrows

I never borrowed
My music garbo
But I still pull up
With the thotties to my garage though

You say
That you really love me
But I don't believe
That you really fuck with me



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Tobola
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