(Cutta, cut that shit up, man)
I got PTSD from my ex nigga
Bipolar, I can't take no stress, nigga
You keep callin', you seem a lil' pressed, nigga
Finna spend it on me, well, get dressed, nigga (Come on)
Ayy, I'm not your regular bitch (No, sir)
Flooded AP on my wrist (On gang)
He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick" (You a trick)
Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick
Ain't no more free pussy, it cost (On God)
If you fuckin' for free, then you lost (Lost)
Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust (Skrrt)
Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss
I'm a real deal P, I'll break a nigga
Can't chat me right now, I don't wait for niggas
I ball in the lеague like a Laker, nigga
Know it hurt, go to church, I can't savе a nigga
He tell me I'm so full of shit
Yeah, yeah, boy, you know I'm that bitch
I run in his pockets, get aid, then I dip
Nigga booked me a flight, tryna take a lil' trip
He lovin' the chair, he get lost in the drip
So many blue hundreds, they think I'm a Crip
Your bad, Damu, I don't fuck with no Crip
No, sir, real rider, only right that I trip
Baby, and you want my time, gotta pay me
New Off-White, so I'm feelin' real wavy
When I text back, I want a Mercedes
I'm a player, boy, don't try to play me
He say he love me, oh, that's crazy
Need a baller like Tracy McGrady
Send me a deposit, we gravy
Give a nigga the blues, like I'm Navy
I got PTSD from my ex nigga
Bipolar, I can't take no stress, nigga
You keep callin', you seem a lil' pressed, nigga
Finna spend it on me, well, get dressed, nigga (Come on)
Ayy, I'm not your regular bitch (No, sir)
Flooded AP on my wrist (On gang)
He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick" (You a trick)
Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick
Ain't no more free pussy, it cost (On God)
If you fuckin' for free, then you lost (Lost)
Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust (Skrrt)
Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss
I'm a real deal P, I'll break a nigga
Can't chat me right now, I don't wait for niggas
I ball in the league like a Laker, nigga
Know it hurt, go to church, I can't save a nigga
Nope, ruthless
At least I'm not like you, stupid
Figure it out, what you mean you can't do it?
That lil' shit you gave me, I blew through it
Yeah, I need me a new car, new house, new ass
Probably some new cash
Is you tryna trick off? No Ross, Saks Fifth
I pop me a few tags
Ain't spendin' no money, well, bye
Need your paycheck to ride on this ride
Know what's up, nigga, don't be surprised
I'm a player, don't wan' be your bride
Ayy, Crippin' ain't dead, these hoes just scared
Ain't postin' no nigga, these hoes too fed
I don't want no love, nah, I just want the bread
Keep her clothes on 'cause I just want the head, ooh
See, niggas always hollerin' 'bout link
Boy, link your account to mine
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, hm, fuck?
Is you tryna trick or what?
On God
(Bitch)
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