Told U
Yeah, I already told you this before
So don't you go asking for more
Cause I showed you all this shit before
And I didn't lie to you, why do you fear
Cuts on my arteries, why am I here
And I gave you my all last night
I put my pain in the jar, seal it tight
I tell you everything's gonna be alright
And when the world's ending we'll be just fine
I can't lie I been all by myself
Izzy got me fucked up, she said I need help
She told me Danny can't do this on your own
I'm really tryin' not to pick up the phone
I'm boutta go crazy, I'm boutta ghost
Don't know why I'm keepin' all of these photos
Just stick to the plan, I just stick to my own
Yeah
Yeah, I just stick to my own
Bitches really tryna play me like a fool
She tryna send like three shots through her dome
I told her pop one and sit back, play it cool
She told me you bougie, I said keep it bool
She wanna know the play, she wanna know how I move
She told me I wanna be just like you
I lead the way, so I'm never gonna lose
I make this shit happen while you stuck in blues
I'm poppin' my shit, I'm poppin' my shit, yeah, yeah
I ain't worried bout a bitch, ain't trippin' about no bitch, no
These hoes really don't make me stress
Got her clothes off, now I'm in her bed
Got a Patek on, cause I make this bread
This .45 gon' take your head
Yeah, I already told you this before
So don't you go asking for more
Cause I showed you all this shit before
And I didn't lie to you, why do you fear
Cuts on my arteries, why am I here
So don't you go asking for more
Cause I showed you all this shit before
And I didn't lie to you, why do you fear
Cuts on my arteries, why am I here
And I gave you my all last night
I put my pain in the jar, seal it tight
I tell you everything's gonna be alright
And when the world's ending we'll be just fine
I can't lie I been all by myself
Izzy got me fucked up, she said I need help
She told me Danny can't do this on your own
I'm really tryin' not to pick up the phone
I'm boutta go crazy, I'm boutta ghost
Don't know why I'm keepin' all of these photos
Just stick to the plan, I just stick to my own
Yeah
Yeah, I just stick to my own
Bitches really tryna play me like a fool
She tryna send like three shots through her dome
I told her pop one and sit back, play it cool
She told me you bougie, I said keep it bool
She wanna know the play, she wanna know how I move
She told me I wanna be just like you
I lead the way, so I'm never gonna lose
I make this shit happen while you stuck in blues
I'm poppin' my shit, I'm poppin' my shit, yeah, yeah
I ain't worried bout a bitch, ain't trippin' about no bitch, no
These hoes really don't make me stress
Got her clothes off, now I'm in her bed
Got a Patek on, cause I make this bread
This .45 gon' take your head
Yeah, I already told you this before
So don't you go asking for more
Cause I showed you all this shit before
And I didn't lie to you, why do you fear
Cuts on my arteries, why am I here
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Writer(s): Danny Zhang
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