XXXX (YEAH)
Hey, I know I keep calling and texting
I don't really know where to start
I just want you to know that I'm sorry
Fuck that, blrr, yeah, yeah
Huh, blrr, yeah
Huh, lil' hoe you trippin' stay out my face
All you do is lie and lie
I ain't got time for the fake (yeah)
Yeah, don't need a bitch, I need a drac'
Hoe, I gave you everything
Bitch, what you got came off my plate (yeah)
Huh? I don't really trip about no bitch
But that hoe she got me fucked up
Might as well just pop my shit (yeah)
Huh, I slap the switchy on the stick
Pop yo' shit on Instagram
Hoe, I come shoot up yo' shit (yeah)
Huh, said you was dying for it
Pussy hoe, stop lying you mean you crying for it (yeah)
Huh, you all alone you can't even speak
Catch yo' friend and strap that bitch to a chair
And pull out all of teeth (yeah)
Huh, this shit get deeper than you think
I'm talm 'bout deeper than the sea
I'm talm 'bout deeper in the street
(Yeah), let's do it
I'm out my mind, I can't even blink
Yeah, stretch 'em with that Glock 24
Gone strap up with that heat, yeah
Huh, I ain't trippin', just how I'm coming bitch
Everything I gave you give it back, even my money bitch (yeah)
Come through swervin' with that dirty stick
Ready to shoot it up, put shit to rest, I'm tryna murder it (yeah)
Pussy hoe, speak on my name
Hoe, you needed me before I needed you, ain't that a shame (yeah)
Yeah, ain't that a shame
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Blrr, yeah, yeah, let's do it
I don't really know where to start
I just want you to know that I'm sorry
Fuck that, blrr, yeah, yeah
Huh, blrr, yeah
Huh, lil' hoe you trippin' stay out my face
All you do is lie and lie
I ain't got time for the fake (yeah)
Yeah, don't need a bitch, I need a drac'
Hoe, I gave you everything
Bitch, what you got came off my plate (yeah)
Huh? I don't really trip about no bitch
But that hoe she got me fucked up
Might as well just pop my shit (yeah)
Huh, I slap the switchy on the stick
Pop yo' shit on Instagram
Hoe, I come shoot up yo' shit (yeah)
Huh, said you was dying for it
Pussy hoe, stop lying you mean you crying for it (yeah)
Huh, you all alone you can't even speak
Catch yo' friend and strap that bitch to a chair
And pull out all of teeth (yeah)
Huh, this shit get deeper than you think
I'm talm 'bout deeper than the sea
I'm talm 'bout deeper in the street
(Yeah), let's do it
I'm out my mind, I can't even blink
Yeah, stretch 'em with that Glock 24
Gone strap up with that heat, yeah
Huh, I ain't trippin', just how I'm coming bitch
Everything I gave you give it back, even my money bitch (yeah)
Come through swervin' with that dirty stick
Ready to shoot it up, put shit to rest, I'm tryna murder it (yeah)
Pussy hoe, speak on my name
Hoe, you needed me before I needed you, ain't that a shame (yeah)
Yeah, ain't that a shame
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Blrr, yeah, yeah, let's do it
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