Truce
Why you say you love me? You don't love me like I do
I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues
You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool
You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you
Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues
I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue
Making moves, hunnids in the coupe
You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?
Bitch I'm at the top I'm counting bands, yeah, fuck you and your friend
Why this lil hoe tryna get with me, go get your mans
Bitch I'm too damn high, up off this gas, no I can't land
Bullets shoot at him yeah they gone make him do a dance
I got the mobsters outside
I got a bad bitch wanna ride
Bullets fly in the sky
Pull up on me and he die
Told my bro go up that fye
Why you-why you gotta lie?
You know that makes me cry
Why you say you love me? You don't love me like I do
I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues
You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool
You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you
Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues
I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue
Making moves, hunnids in the coupe
You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?
I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues
You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool
You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you
Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues
I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue
Making moves, hunnids in the coupe
You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?
Bitch I'm at the top I'm counting bands, yeah, fuck you and your friend
Why this lil hoe tryna get with me, go get your mans
Bitch I'm too damn high, up off this gas, no I can't land
Bullets shoot at him yeah they gone make him do a dance
I got the mobsters outside
I got a bad bitch wanna ride
Bullets fly in the sky
Pull up on me and he die
Told my bro go up that fye
Why you-why you gotta lie?
You know that makes me cry
Why you say you love me? You don't love me like I do
I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues
You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool
You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you
Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues
I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue
Making moves, hunnids in the coupe
You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?
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Writer(s): Memory Lane
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