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Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah

Got a lotta shit to get off my chest
Internet been feedin' me some shit that I can't digest
Why my ex posted up with shawty screamin "my bitch"
They keep hackin' my iPhone i'm bouta get a sidekick
Fuck a sidekick(Uh)
Gassin' up these records, bumpin' loud in my crib(Uh)
Homies outside, neighbors think we hittin' licks(Uh)
Listened to your album, turned it off in the whip(Uh)
Fuck ya promotion and fuck your clique
It's on sight yeah
Mama gone at 7, learned my lessons
I'm alright
If I got depression hide the weapons
I'm alright
Goin' private when I get a private flight
My ex done got a white girl damn, guess i'm not her type
Woah
Woah
Woah

Yeah yeah yeah

Dead, man she beg for me
Just cut the check for me
Bitches wanna wrestle me
Just bring the rest for me
My bro and them got recipe
Just send that text to me
Yo bitch is sittin next to me
She throwin neck on me
I break her off like celery
I gotta stay lowkey
My bitches wanna better me, but I can't even see
My pockets gettin' hella deep
Just keep that cream on me, them niggas always envy me
That's why i'm MVP

Said she wanna go back to infinity, light year
Caught a buzz, lite beer
Freaks in the night yea
She wanna houdini me tonight ya
Say that she ain't feelin me but goin' through my likes yea
I just take my like back lil' bitch
Envy me when i'm in these streets I took my light back lil' bitch huh
Is that ya man's? He drop that shit but it never land
this shit dip but I ain't never ran

Can't lie you a real bad guy
Meet me of the bridge man i'm gone @ 5

I wanted to call to you
I wanted to drive to you, ooh
I wanted to call to you
I wanted to drive to you, ooh

Diabolical flow
We ain't chill for a while and now i'm bashing ya soul
I'm glad we found our way jack, but we ain't find our way back
She say kade don't say that
you know that I hate that
(I had to do that)
(I know what it's like to be a jerk, you know what i'm sayin?)
Puttin' you through constant rivalry with other girls beside on me
I gotta get this outta me and don't you say you proud of me
Don't you say you proud of what you see on your screen
You know me better than I do
Still need a shoulder to lean on but I
I got some more healin' to do
Heard you got a little fling and I ain't judging on you
You pullled a me on me, and now i'm dealin' with grief
And they say karma hard to get but i've been fuckin for weeks
I got that dawg in me, I got some flaws in me
I got some tequila shots and white claws in me
And party end in an hour i'm making out with the moment
Room spinnin' like a vinyl im floatin'
Blocked your number from my phone but- damn

I wanted to call to you
I wanted to drive to you, ooh
I wanted to call to you
I wanted to drive to you, ooh



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Writer(s): Kade Johnson
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