Vent
I ain't felt yo vibe in a minute
Ain't talked to my guys in a minute
Let's get high for a minute
Know I probably said I'm cool but I lied and I'm trippin'
I'm just ventin' this the first time I done cried in a minute
I should text my ex back I ain't tried in a minute
How you fuck up all them plans I don't get it
Hate the fact that I can feel the fake love when we kick it
Know that you don't give a fuck I'm probably bein' too specific
I ain't never leave my brothers everybody left me
They decline my call but I reply when niggas text me
When you jumpin' in that water better know it get deep
Bitch you bein' too fed call me on the text free
Lately I been by my lonely kickin' shit Jet Li
I ain't gotta buy a Birkin shawty give the neck free
She want me to fly her private actin' like a jet cheap
Lately I been indecisive thinkin' where the next freak
And I'm finna buy it all ain't checkin no recipts
I just got a couple zips they gon' be gone bout a week
Spent a check on some designer put that shit right on my feet
And we swervin' in a track this a different kinda jeep
And we been movin' so discreet
We been movin' steady
I don't like to wait on shit so tell me when you ready
Only thinkin' fetty on my mind been weighin' heavy
I just got the windows tinted movin' like the presi
I could probably put you in some Prada if you let me
Pulled up in a spaceship bitch it's not a chevy
When the gang walk in it's a party bring confetti
And the whip real clean but my cup be gettin' messy
I don't like the way these niggas cap they throwin' shade on me
Bitches follow me like they be throwin' a parade for me
I was at my lowest I was hopin' that you prayed for me
Before I let these thotties take my money I'll just stay lonely
Really got this shit up out the gutta' they don't understand
I got my own problems I ain't stressin bout another man
Walkin' out in public wit' my brother met another fan
I wake up and go do what I want you just do what you can
Took a trip to Boston it feel like I'm in the motherland
Wrestle wit' the rackies it be bustin' out the rubber band
I ain't felt yo vibe in a minute
Ain't talked to my guys in a minute
Let's get high for a minute
Know I probably said I'm cool but I lied and I'm trippin'
I'm just ventin' this the first time I done cried in a minute
I should text my ex back I ain't tried in a minute
How you fuck up all them plans I don't get it
Hate the fact that I can feel the fake love when we kick it
Know that you don't give a fuck I'm probably bein' too specific
Ain't talked to my guys in a minute
Let's get high for a minute
Know I probably said I'm cool but I lied and I'm trippin'
I'm just ventin' this the first time I done cried in a minute
I should text my ex back I ain't tried in a minute
How you fuck up all them plans I don't get it
Hate the fact that I can feel the fake love when we kick it
Know that you don't give a fuck I'm probably bein' too specific
I ain't never leave my brothers everybody left me
They decline my call but I reply when niggas text me
When you jumpin' in that water better know it get deep
Bitch you bein' too fed call me on the text free
Lately I been by my lonely kickin' shit Jet Li
I ain't gotta buy a Birkin shawty give the neck free
She want me to fly her private actin' like a jet cheap
Lately I been indecisive thinkin' where the next freak
And I'm finna buy it all ain't checkin no recipts
I just got a couple zips they gon' be gone bout a week
Spent a check on some designer put that shit right on my feet
And we swervin' in a track this a different kinda jeep
And we been movin' so discreet
We been movin' steady
I don't like to wait on shit so tell me when you ready
Only thinkin' fetty on my mind been weighin' heavy
I just got the windows tinted movin' like the presi
I could probably put you in some Prada if you let me
Pulled up in a spaceship bitch it's not a chevy
When the gang walk in it's a party bring confetti
And the whip real clean but my cup be gettin' messy
I don't like the way these niggas cap they throwin' shade on me
Bitches follow me like they be throwin' a parade for me
I was at my lowest I was hopin' that you prayed for me
Before I let these thotties take my money I'll just stay lonely
Really got this shit up out the gutta' they don't understand
I got my own problems I ain't stressin bout another man
Walkin' out in public wit' my brother met another fan
I wake up and go do what I want you just do what you can
Took a trip to Boston it feel like I'm in the motherland
Wrestle wit' the rackies it be bustin' out the rubber band
I ain't felt yo vibe in a minute
Ain't talked to my guys in a minute
Let's get high for a minute
Know I probably said I'm cool but I lied and I'm trippin'
I'm just ventin' this the first time I done cried in a minute
I should text my ex back I ain't tried in a minute
How you fuck up all them plans I don't get it
Hate the fact that I can feel the fake love when we kick it
Know that you don't give a fuck I'm probably bein' too specific
Credits
Writer(s): Tequan Brooks
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