Out of Love!
No I don't mean to be rude (ha)
I got Chanel on my shoe
I get honey like Winnie the Pooh
Too much money don't know what to do
Twin Glocks yeah I keep two
But I just can't keep hitting on everyone
Lately I just been shitting on everyone
And I'm smoking this dope 'til the sun come up
Don't come around me it's knuck if you buck
I mix the Wock' with the Sprite in my cup
Fourteen when I started pouring up (fourteen yeah)
Twenty years old and I'm still pouring up
That nigga taking shots like he flick up
I'm in her throat like a fucking hiccup
Put your hands in the air it's a fucking stick up
And I don't hate the bitch I just ran out of love
And I don't hate the bitch I just ran out of drugs
If he talking too tough then we bandage him up (okay okay)
And I been hurt before I've been damaged enough (yeah)
And I been hurt before I was madly in love
(I was madly in love)
And I been hurt before I was damaged e-, uh
I know what it feels like when she vanishes (huh)
I wanna stack my bread like a sandwich (bleh)
Pop a Perc' and I feel like a maniac
Bought a purse and I feel like a bad bitch (mwah)
I got carats, I feel like a rabbit
Bitch I hop out the cut with the cabbage (uh huh, yeah)
Bitch I hop out the cut with the racks bitch (racks)
Yeah my old bitch thought I lived in Saks Fifth
I think I'm addicted to fashion
When it comes to the money I'm passionate
And I'm facing this blunt I ain't passing it
I just empty my cup drop some ash in it
Pull up with sticks, it's a face-off (ha)
I'm blind to the bullshit like I'm Ray Charles
If he talking too tough rip his face off
I pull up in them foreigns and race off (newr)
Lately I been working hard it paid off
Bitch I been balling hard like the playoffs
Yeah these niggas wan' know what we made of
He a bitch we gon' mold him like Play-Doh
Thirty round give that lil' boy a halo
Eighty shots and you know I went 8-0 (yuh)
I look through all these bitches like telescope (bleh)
RIP Donny, I had to tat a boat
She a squid, I play with all her tentacles
And I own the car this not a rental
Hit her from the back, Nada be gentle
And she give me brain, she give me mental
I got diamonds all over my Cartier (yuh)
And it's deep in this bitch like a party aye
I think me and this bitch need to part ways
Cheated on me, I won't have no part in it
And it's crazy I know that I started it
When I did it I didn't have my heart in it
'Cause you know that I loved you the hardest
That's the hardest part of this story from the start
I got two bitches in the coupe like Noah's Ark
I been cleaning this money nigga Ozark
Play with the keys nigga Mozart
I'm addicted to love but I chose art
She wanna ride like a Harley okay
I don't need a blunt I need a Marley okay
I know I hurt you but I'm sorry okay
Yeah okay, I got on a flight just to see you
That bitch eat me like meal
I don't understand your appeal
Two Glocks like Key and Peele
Baby tell me what's the deal
So I know if this love isn't real
I'm just tryna dive in like JELEEL!
But sometimes I don't know how to feel okay
I got Chanel on my shoe
I get honey like Winnie the Pooh
Too much money don't know what to do
Twin Glocks yeah I keep two
But I just can't keep hitting on everyone
Lately I just been shitting on everyone
And I'm smoking this dope 'til the sun come up
Don't come around me it's knuck if you buck
I mix the Wock' with the Sprite in my cup
Fourteen when I started pouring up (fourteen yeah)
Twenty years old and I'm still pouring up
That nigga taking shots like he flick up
I'm in her throat like a fucking hiccup
Put your hands in the air it's a fucking stick up
And I don't hate the bitch I just ran out of love
And I don't hate the bitch I just ran out of drugs
If he talking too tough then we bandage him up (okay okay)
And I been hurt before I've been damaged enough (yeah)
And I been hurt before I was madly in love
(I was madly in love)
And I been hurt before I was damaged e-, uh
I know what it feels like when she vanishes (huh)
I wanna stack my bread like a sandwich (bleh)
Pop a Perc' and I feel like a maniac
Bought a purse and I feel like a bad bitch (mwah)
I got carats, I feel like a rabbit
Bitch I hop out the cut with the cabbage (uh huh, yeah)
Bitch I hop out the cut with the racks bitch (racks)
Yeah my old bitch thought I lived in Saks Fifth
I think I'm addicted to fashion
When it comes to the money I'm passionate
And I'm facing this blunt I ain't passing it
I just empty my cup drop some ash in it
Pull up with sticks, it's a face-off (ha)
I'm blind to the bullshit like I'm Ray Charles
If he talking too tough rip his face off
I pull up in them foreigns and race off (newr)
Lately I been working hard it paid off
Bitch I been balling hard like the playoffs
Yeah these niggas wan' know what we made of
He a bitch we gon' mold him like Play-Doh
Thirty round give that lil' boy a halo
Eighty shots and you know I went 8-0 (yuh)
I look through all these bitches like telescope (bleh)
RIP Donny, I had to tat a boat
She a squid, I play with all her tentacles
And I own the car this not a rental
Hit her from the back, Nada be gentle
And she give me brain, she give me mental
I got diamonds all over my Cartier (yuh)
And it's deep in this bitch like a party aye
I think me and this bitch need to part ways
Cheated on me, I won't have no part in it
And it's crazy I know that I started it
When I did it I didn't have my heart in it
'Cause you know that I loved you the hardest
That's the hardest part of this story from the start
I got two bitches in the coupe like Noah's Ark
I been cleaning this money nigga Ozark
Play with the keys nigga Mozart
I'm addicted to love but I chose art
She wanna ride like a Harley okay
I don't need a blunt I need a Marley okay
I know I hurt you but I'm sorry okay
Yeah okay, I got on a flight just to see you
That bitch eat me like meal
I don't understand your appeal
Two Glocks like Key and Peele
Baby tell me what's the deal
So I know if this love isn't real
I'm just tryna dive in like JELEEL!
But sometimes I don't know how to feel okay
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