Decline Her
I made my mind up
Them niggas can't fuck with us
Miss my bros it'll honestly crush my soul
If I lost another one
She think she fine huh
Let me remind her
Facetime I'm with my dog
She mad that I decline her
I'm riding right or wrong
My dog he really gone
Now I'm on my own
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
But she ain't mine so I don't pay her no attention
Fuck relations fuck them other hoes
I'm right back to the trenches
Right here where I need to be
You love me but you leaving me
Too many lies was told to me
Your love it got a hold on me
My dog said god had chose on me
Trying to make it out bring the bros with me
You got a chance to keep it real
Shit you better not break the code on me
But nine times out of ten they fold
I thought you was real but no
I'll split the ten with my bros
You'll probably spend the ten on some hoes
That's why me and you so different
I came from the rags to the riches
I'll go give a bag to the trenches
You'll spend the whole bag on some bitches
I made my mind up
Them niggas can't fuck with us
Miss my bros it'll honestly crush my soul
If I lost another one
She think she fine huh
Let me remind her
Facetime I'm with my dog
She mad that I decline her
I'm riding right or wrong
My dog he really gone
Now I'm on my own
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
But she ain't mine so I don't pay her no attention
Fuck relations fuck them other hoes
I'm right back to the trenches
Them niggas can't fuck with us
Miss my bros it'll honestly crush my soul
If I lost another one
She think she fine huh
Let me remind her
Facetime I'm with my dog
She mad that I decline her
I'm riding right or wrong
My dog he really gone
Now I'm on my own
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
But she ain't mine so I don't pay her no attention
Fuck relations fuck them other hoes
I'm right back to the trenches
Right here where I need to be
You love me but you leaving me
Too many lies was told to me
Your love it got a hold on me
My dog said god had chose on me
Trying to make it out bring the bros with me
You got a chance to keep it real
Shit you better not break the code on me
But nine times out of ten they fold
I thought you was real but no
I'll split the ten with my bros
You'll probably spend the ten on some hoes
That's why me and you so different
I came from the rags to the riches
I'll go give a bag to the trenches
You'll spend the whole bag on some bitches
I made my mind up
Them niggas can't fuck with us
Miss my bros it'll honestly crush my soul
If I lost another one
She think she fine huh
Let me remind her
Facetime I'm with my dog
She mad that I decline her
I'm riding right or wrong
My dog he really gone
Now I'm on my own
She mad I ain't pick up the phone
But she ain't mine so I don't pay her no attention
Fuck relations fuck them other hoes
I'm right back to the trenches
Credits
Writer(s): Tavier Meauhead
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