Shorty Diary
Yeah, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
She say she got a stalker, yeah, her ex be stalking her
Yeah, she say she uncomfortable, you'll feel safe right over here (Yeah)
She be on the runway, I told her, "Let's run away" (Ayy, ayy)
Said she hate her father, she be crying, yeah, on Father's Day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She don't wanna fall too hard, 'cause most times it go to waste (Yеah, yeah)
She know I'm not far, huh, but she likе, "That's too much space" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like she talkin' to a brick wall, I don't hear a thing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know her friends getting pissed off, they been throwing shade (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds shinin' when it's nightfall, go put on your shades (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Her best friend, she left her down bad, they was tight like braids (Damn, damn, damn)
Her best friend, she left her down bad, knew her since third grade (Yeah, ayy)
Her best friend, she left her down bad, had no place to stay (Damn, damn, damn)
Fuckin' you when you get mad, you like, "This a mistake" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trippin' 'bout all the hoes in my past, tryna ruin my day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots in (Hey), she don't want no gin (Hey, hey)
Fuck this bitch, now she cryin' in her Benz
With her friends, 'cause she trippin' 'bout her man
Seen his phone, now she tryna get revenge
Two shots in (Hey), she don't want no gin
Fuck this bitch, now she cryin' in her Benz
With her friends, 'cause she trippin' 'bout her man
Seen his phone, now she tryna get revenge
She gon' drive a fuckin' hour where I live
She was arguing for hours when she dipped
She don't wanna worry 'bout him
She gon' hear me when she trying to just forget
Girl, what's good with you? (Ayy)
I'm just tryna pull up, get some food with you (Ayy, ayy)
I just wanna feel cool with you (Yeah, come on)
Girl, I swear I feel cool with you (Yeah, ayy)
Bougie lil' bitch (yeah, hey, hey)
You need a lil' hood in you (Hey, yeah, hey)
Girl, what's good with you? (Ayy)
I'm just tryna pull up, get some food with you (Yeah)
I just wanna feel cool with you (Ayy, ayy)
I just wanna feel, I just wanna feel
I just wanna feel cool with you (Ayy, ayy)
I just wanna feel (Ayy), I just wanna feel (Ayy)
I just wanna feel cool with you (Come on)
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Hey)
She say she got a stalker, yeah, her ex be stalking her
Yeah, she say she uncomfortable, you'll feel safe right over here (Yeah)
She be on the runway, I told her, "Let's run away" (Ayy, ayy)
Said she hate her father, she be crying, yeah, on Father's Day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She don't wanna fall too hard, 'cause most times it go to waste (Yеah, yeah)
She know I'm not far, huh, but she likе, "That's too much space" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like she talkin' to a brick wall, I don't hear a thing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know her friends getting pissed off, they been throwing shade (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds shinin' when it's nightfall, go put on your shades (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Her best friend, she left her down bad, they was tight like braids (Damn, damn, damn)
Her best friend, she left her down bad, knew her since third grade (Yeah, ayy)
Her best friend, she left her down bad, had no place to stay (Damn, damn, damn)
Fuckin' you when you get mad, you like, "This a mistake" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trippin' 'bout all the hoes in my past, tryna ruin my day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots in (Hey), she don't want no gin (Hey, hey)
Fuck this bitch, now she cryin' in her Benz
With her friends, 'cause she trippin' 'bout her man
Seen his phone, now she tryna get revenge
Two shots in (Hey), she don't want no gin
Fuck this bitch, now she cryin' in her Benz
With her friends, 'cause she trippin' 'bout her man
Seen his phone, now she tryna get revenge
She gon' drive a fuckin' hour where I live
She was arguing for hours when she dipped
She don't wanna worry 'bout him
She gon' hear me when she trying to just forget
Girl, what's good with you? (Ayy)
I'm just tryna pull up, get some food with you (Ayy, ayy)
I just wanna feel cool with you (Yeah, come on)
Girl, I swear I feel cool with you (Yeah, ayy)
Bougie lil' bitch (yeah, hey, hey)
You need a lil' hood in you (Hey, yeah, hey)
Girl, what's good with you? (Ayy)
I'm just tryna pull up, get some food with you (Yeah)
I just wanna feel cool with you (Ayy, ayy)
I just wanna feel, I just wanna feel
I just wanna feel cool with you (Ayy, ayy)
I just wanna feel (Ayy), I just wanna feel (Ayy)
I just wanna feel cool with you (Come on)
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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