It's Givin (feat. Str8 Caine)

Huh huh huh huh yeah
Huh huh huh huh yeah

Went through my phone guess she Read all my text
I slipped up ain't delete that message From my ex
She like what the fuck is this I started Puffing out my chest
I told her ass if she gone come then Please come correct
You my bitch why the fuck I got to Ask you for some sex
She like I'm busy I don't wanna hear That shit I say next
She get a phone call who the fuck Calling you collect
She like chill you be tripping you Ain't gotta do all that

I get suspicions you be acting Different
How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter
You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor
Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers
Yeah
It's giving pain on pain
Song on song
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

I get suspicions you be acting Different
How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter
You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor
Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers
Yeah
It's giving pain on pain
Song on song
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

Devil in disguise seen it a couple Times
Why the fuck you want to play the Victim then get sad and cry
Kept it ah buck all the time you Feeding me lies
Looking through my text in my Phone moving like a spy
Should've payed attention to the flags And the fucking signs
Ain't no surprise this shit coming to The fucking light
Knew it was a reason we was never Seeing eye to eye
My cup dirty I put some pat in some Fucking Sprite

Big Bag bitch i'm Tee Banks
Give a fuck about no love put Feelings in the bank
I'm in the booth right gone off the Drank
Knowing that this shit a problem ion Even drank
You hit my phone
Think I'm better alone
She know my swag terrific
All these niggas my clones
It's giving Pain On Pain this shit More than a song
It's giving hella emotions that
I never have shown

I get suspicions you be acting Different
How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter
You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor
Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers
Yeah
It's giving pain on pain
Song on song
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

I get suspicions you be acting Different
How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter
You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor
Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers
Yeah
It's giving pain on pain
Song on song
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

You had me thinking it'll be happy Ever after well what happen (yay)
Saying that we'd always be together But you capping (aye)
Now it's Tee Banks Str8 Caine Double whammy
And we just trying to get some Understanding
Hanging with them thots yet you Calling them ya family
Same hoes they be throwing me they Panties
I tried to warn you you should pay Attention, but you ain't listen
Them hoes different, they snakes in The grass hissing
And now you bitten, wishes that you Never listen
To the bullshit and, all the drama that Came with it
But'um me, I'm just gone play it cool
Cause when yo cycles be changing You be in different moods
And when I'm drinking that D'usse I Be a different dude
And when I hit it off Henny it be a Different ooouuu
Button up and a blazer I'm in a Different zone
Wherever he lays his hat you know a Rolling stone
Shit you on is childish me I'm fully Grown
Soon as the key hit the door you Know that zaddy home
Skip all the chitty chatty you need to Be getting at me
Yo baby daddy a lame get' em before I Slap'em
That Whopper look like a Krabby Patty you hot and ready
Send me the addy I'm pullin up, Already

I get suspicions you be acting Different
How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter
You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor
Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers
Yeah
It's giving pain on pain
Song on song
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

I get suspicions you be acting Different
How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter
You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor
Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers
Yeah
It's giving pain on pain
Song on song
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong
Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah