Bitter (with Yung Bleu)

A'ight, I just can't load it
It's just one of them vibes I'm in right now
I kept it real with you
I'm in Miami right now, I'm in Miami
I'm sick as a -, but that don't mean nothing I can still pour my heart out
Keep it real
I'ma just talk my sh- on it

I say, do you need my pair of eyes to see what I see?
Them n- left my - behind, they rather move without me
Your plate was full, but you took some behind my back when I eat
Behind your actions that mean to stay on the drop when I sneak
You live with it, you die by the gun, so I keep it in reach
Ain't no n- takin' mine, so if you reach, you get teach
Been broken-hearted for weeks, you can hear it when I speak
I'd rather not get in my feelings, but I'm feeling this beat

And I been looking for love, like, "Where you at? Can we meet?"
Only the strong survive 'cause they say love for the weak
And I could never keep a girl, I don't know if it's them, or it's me
I'm tired of doing the same thing, it's like my life on repeat
But it's okay I got Anyla and I know she got me
I just like seeing you smile and your pretty little feet
I ain't kissed you in forever, you been missing for weeks
They say karma is a - and you gonna sow what you reap

I wish I could tell you about your daddy, but you won't understand
He your granddaddy son, that mean pop raised a man
I know I can't do it all but I'ma do what I can
And even though we separated, it wasn't a part of the plan
Won't even ask for another, DJ Khaled, you the best
I'm freestyling, no pen and pad to get this sh- off my chest
Letting this storm fly pass, I know this sh- just a test
I'm dropping tears in the booth, I know this carpet getting wet

I just want some respect, I feel like I ain't blessed
Calculating every step, ain't playing checkers but chess
Better take cover, I'm about to blow, and they know that I'm next
I ain't showin' no more love, so I'm giving them less

Catching cases on the regular basis, two twin glock
I started from marijuana, I graduated to rocks
Convertible top hit the parking lot and turn heads
Every nigga play, put about 20 grand on his head
I'm a pussy maker popper that chopper go "Daca daca"
She gon' pop it on this d- with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work
Lost too many real n- and it hurt

N- never seen a hurst - 'til I saw my dawg
Back against the wall, I know they want to see me fall
Jail call from my n-, know he need it
Shots fired, can't believe I'm still breathing
That's for n- in the grave, and I'm grieving and every season I'm playing
Defense tryna catch your opps slippin'
Boy, you know your clock tickin', I am not
Skipping on the pot whipping yola whipping soda 'til it's over

(I'm a pussy maker popper that chopper go "Daca daca"
She gonna pop it on this d- with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work)

(I'm a pussy maker popper that chopper go "Daca daca"
She gonna pop it on this d- with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work)