Cut You Off (feat. Surf)
I don't wanna cut you off, but I gotta cut you off
Tryna find out what you do for me, but it's not much at all
I wanna talk to you, but it's like talking to a wall
I'm tryna get it out of you, but you don't care at all
I don't pick up the phone when she call
She be breaking my heart like the law
I just blew me a bag at the mall
I just left out the store with the sauce
I just stated myself, I'm a boss
I go up like I live in a loft
I pull up and I'm switching them off
I ain't tripping, I pay what it costs
Yeah, I can't breathe
Oh, I gotta let you go
Cause your love is hurting me
I'm better off alone
I don't need your company
Yeah, you disappointed me
Went from a friend to enemy
All my diamonds came from China
Yeah, they came from overseas
I was loving on your bitch
I found out she was Japanese
I'ma hang up all your calls
Cause you never talk to me
And you really broke my heart
Cause you tore it into pieces
I don't wanna cut you off
But I gotta cut you off
Tryna find out what you do for me
But it's not much at all
I wanna talk to you, but it's like talking to a wall
I'm tryna get it out of you, but you don't care at all
I don't pick up the phone when she call
She be breaking my heart like the law
I just blew me a bag at the mall
I just left out the store with the sauce
I just stated myself, I'm a boss
I go up like I live in a loft
I pull up and I'm switching them off
I ain't tripping, I pay what it cost
I ain't tripping, I pay what it cost
And I fucked your bitch hit it raw
I go apeshit like King Kong
While your girl knows all my songs
I'm about to cut her off
Baby, I stand at the top
And I can't love you anymore
Cause you turned to a thot
Why the hell you in my thoughts
To many drugs I gotta stop
Baby, I just wanna rock
I gotta cut you off
I don't wanna cut you off
But I gotta cut you off
Tryna find out what you do for me, but it's not much at all
I wanna talk to you, but it's like talking to a wall
I'm tryna get it out of you, but you don't care at all
I don't pick up the phone when she call
She be breaking my heart like the law
I just blew me a bag at the mall
I just left out the store with the sauce
I just stated myself, I'm a boss
I go up like I live in a loft
I pull up and I'm switching them off
I ain't tripping, I pay what it cost
Tryna find out what you do for me, but it's not much at all
I wanna talk to you, but it's like talking to a wall
I'm tryna get it out of you, but you don't care at all
I don't pick up the phone when she call
She be breaking my heart like the law
I just blew me a bag at the mall
I just left out the store with the sauce
I just stated myself, I'm a boss
I go up like I live in a loft
I pull up and I'm switching them off
I ain't tripping, I pay what it costs
Yeah, I can't breathe
Oh, I gotta let you go
Cause your love is hurting me
I'm better off alone
I don't need your company
Yeah, you disappointed me
Went from a friend to enemy
All my diamonds came from China
Yeah, they came from overseas
I was loving on your bitch
I found out she was Japanese
I'ma hang up all your calls
Cause you never talk to me
And you really broke my heart
Cause you tore it into pieces
I don't wanna cut you off
But I gotta cut you off
Tryna find out what you do for me
But it's not much at all
I wanna talk to you, but it's like talking to a wall
I'm tryna get it out of you, but you don't care at all
I don't pick up the phone when she call
She be breaking my heart like the law
I just blew me a bag at the mall
I just left out the store with the sauce
I just stated myself, I'm a boss
I go up like I live in a loft
I pull up and I'm switching them off
I ain't tripping, I pay what it cost
I ain't tripping, I pay what it cost
And I fucked your bitch hit it raw
I go apeshit like King Kong
While your girl knows all my songs
I'm about to cut her off
Baby, I stand at the top
And I can't love you anymore
Cause you turned to a thot
Why the hell you in my thoughts
To many drugs I gotta stop
Baby, I just wanna rock
I gotta cut you off
I don't wanna cut you off
But I gotta cut you off
Tryna find out what you do for me, but it's not much at all
I wanna talk to you, but it's like talking to a wall
I'm tryna get it out of you, but you don't care at all
I don't pick up the phone when she call
She be breaking my heart like the law
I just blew me a bag at the mall
I just left out the store with the sauce
I just stated myself, I'm a boss
I go up like I live in a loft
I pull up and I'm switching them off
I ain't tripping, I pay what it cost
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Gorka
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