Lining Up the Cracks

I been left by better
My Ex bitch too bitter

I make it hard for these niggas
To count my pockets... Yeah

If I leave this bitch
She gone take harder than the rockets, Yeah

I just broke a bitch heart
Had to get my swagg back

I am a personal trainer
I teach ASS CLASS

She be all on my Dick
I be all on her ass

I be like who you with
She be like where you at

Can't put trust in a bitch
Not one, who don't trust back

She fell in love after sex
I'll never love her back

You ain't bout to play me bitch!
With all due respect

As she bow on her knees
With my palm round her neck

Best head ever
From my a juvie, she a VET

Pulled the Cape Off
You could see the buttons on my back

She told me, "fuck with her more"
She just want put more on my tab

Gotta do more on camera
Can't be acting shy, acting bad

And She know, I know the scammers
I could probably get that birkin bag

The free way
Yk bro nem gone Splash

No E-Bay
I'm online selling bags

And I ain't from the magnolia
But I ride with 3 extra mags

Gotta save myself
Can't crash

I'm just tryna
Line up the cracks

Heart in pieces!
Can't believe it...

Cause Ima G
And with this street shit, ima Genius

She think I'm God
But that's the Demon in me

She call for no reason
She just wanna see me

Knowing ima whore
She be making sure, I ain't creeping

She just want my dick
All to herself, I dont even see it
"In her mouth"

I know what she really bout
I love my hoes without a doubt

Everybody got a resume, bae
Fuck them hoes talking bout?

Tell them, that you my hoe now
You better hold this shit down

Tryna line up
The cracks in my heart

Help me
Figure this shit out

Ex left me heavy hearted
I smoked a whole pound

I went to Cali
I ain't have a nickel

But I left with a dime
She mine...



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Writer(s): Gustavo Lopez Galvan, Ryan Foy
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