ByGones
Shawty got game, we clickin we one in the same
Drippin' insane
I don't need to explain
Cuffin' me up with restraints
Spinnin' my crib like she playin' roulette
Strippin' to Quavo, we take off in jets
Fuck it we ballin', we cut off the nets
I hate you so much, we'll be numb to your death
Fuck all you hatin' on me
I'm makin' these songs for the club, for the trap
Even your families
Gonna speak on my process
Fulfill all my fantasies
I'm gettin' so full o-o-o-off the lean
You weren't really there, but this weed put you in -
I'm gone, take care of my pack though
Bygones be them bygones
Nothin' that I know
You want somethin' to lie on
I ain't your scapegoat
Fuckin' with this psycho
I ain't finna take notes
Scammer, she said I'm a scammer
Yeah, I like bitches tanner
Pop your friend like Chandler
She don't give me an answer
I'm practicin' my grammar
Plumpy, send him to the slammer
Your girl's my favorite dancer
Wicked head, shawty give me wicked head
When the room smoke up, you see a laser
And you know it's red
Sell it, then we split the bread
Bando like Five Nights at Fred's
Doby got the knock from feds
Ratchet, ratchet, bitch like Sexyy Red
I'm gone, take care of my pack though
Bygones be them bygones
Nothin' that I know
You want somethin' to lie on
I ain't your scapegoat
Fuckin' with this psycho
I ain't finna take notes
Drippin' insane
I don't need to explain
Cuffin' me up with restraints
Spinnin' my crib like she playin' roulette
Strippin' to Quavo, we take off in jets
Fuck it we ballin', we cut off the nets
I hate you so much, we'll be numb to your death
Fuck all you hatin' on me
I'm makin' these songs for the club, for the trap
Even your families
Gonna speak on my process
Fulfill all my fantasies
I'm gettin' so full o-o-o-off the lean
You weren't really there, but this weed put you in -
I'm gone, take care of my pack though
Bygones be them bygones
Nothin' that I know
You want somethin' to lie on
I ain't your scapegoat
Fuckin' with this psycho
I ain't finna take notes
Scammer, she said I'm a scammer
Yeah, I like bitches tanner
Pop your friend like Chandler
She don't give me an answer
I'm practicin' my grammar
Plumpy, send him to the slammer
Your girl's my favorite dancer
Wicked head, shawty give me wicked head
When the room smoke up, you see a laser
And you know it's red
Sell it, then we split the bread
Bando like Five Nights at Fred's
Doby got the knock from feds
Ratchet, ratchet, bitch like Sexyy Red
I'm gone, take care of my pack though
Bygones be them bygones
Nothin' that I know
You want somethin' to lie on
I ain't your scapegoat
Fuckin' with this psycho
I ain't finna take notes
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Writer(s): Aakash Rathee
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