ROB YOUR EX.
Hey babe
I miss you
Wait, what?
You are crazy
I mean, I'm ready when you are
Stunt when I walk through
My baby don't jump for no come through's
I'm blunt when I want you
Hit once quick runtz I could talk to
Think I'm capping, bitch, I don't have friends
She got on Rag pants, it's from her last man
Sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin
That ain't my business, I ain't asking
I know you want a nigga with his head screwed fully on
Lay the outfit on the bed 'fore I put it on
If I bring her through I got my friends yelling, "Put me on"
If you let her go and then I get it then it's good as gone
I say
Same choppa, just a different issue
And I don't like the way the nigga did you
It's only right to make the split official
Is if you take it with you
Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga
I'm talking 'bout that nigga, that nigga
Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha
Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex nigga, yes, nigga
I don't like the way he texting ya
.44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha
In broad day, in broad day light
I'm popping but I might just take a picture, ayo
I'm single but I might just do it witcha, ayo
My choppa but she cock it like she miss it, ayo
My profit but I might get her the Richard, ayo
Stamped for me, she run them bands for me
And now she wanna throw this G-Lock in her 'Gram story
Couple hoopers in her comments getting cute for it
Two pointers, niggas do me foul then we can shoot for it
Ayy, I'd die for the guys
Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes
Take a nigga watch, don't die for the ice
Plus you know that shit gon' look fly on my live, mm-hmm
You ain't pay her no mind, nigga
You was flexing knowing that she mine, nigga
And she was running that shit back to my nigga
And we got you lined nigga
Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga
I'm talking 'bout that nigga, that nigga
Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha
Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex nigga, yes, nigga
I don't like the way he texting ya
.44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha
In broad day, in broad daylight
(Oh, wait, you were serious?)
I miss you
Wait, what?
You are crazy
I mean, I'm ready when you are
Stunt when I walk through
My baby don't jump for no come through's
I'm blunt when I want you
Hit once quick runtz I could talk to
Think I'm capping, bitch, I don't have friends
She got on Rag pants, it's from her last man
Sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin
That ain't my business, I ain't asking
I know you want a nigga with his head screwed fully on
Lay the outfit on the bed 'fore I put it on
If I bring her through I got my friends yelling, "Put me on"
If you let her go and then I get it then it's good as gone
I say
Same choppa, just a different issue
And I don't like the way the nigga did you
It's only right to make the split official
Is if you take it with you
Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga
I'm talking 'bout that nigga, that nigga
Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha
Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex nigga, yes, nigga
I don't like the way he texting ya
.44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha
In broad day, in broad day light
I'm popping but I might just take a picture, ayo
I'm single but I might just do it witcha, ayo
My choppa but she cock it like she miss it, ayo
My profit but I might get her the Richard, ayo
Stamped for me, she run them bands for me
And now she wanna throw this G-Lock in her 'Gram story
Couple hoopers in her comments getting cute for it
Two pointers, niggas do me foul then we can shoot for it
Ayy, I'd die for the guys
Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes
Take a nigga watch, don't die for the ice
Plus you know that shit gon' look fly on my live, mm-hmm
You ain't pay her no mind, nigga
You was flexing knowing that she mine, nigga
And she was running that shit back to my nigga
And we got you lined nigga
Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga
I'm talking 'bout that nigga, that nigga
Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha
Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex nigga, yes, nigga
I don't like the way he texting ya
.44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha
In broad day, in broad daylight
(Oh, wait, you were serious?)
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Writer(s): Enoch Armani Tolbert, Julio Angel Fernandez
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