[Verse] I fuck niggas bitches How can I trust mines? Rags to the riches Run it up do it more times She a slime, she not fine nine Do the dash on the I9 Lamb truck on the drive-by Move tact when we slide by Makin' bands off the Zaza And she matchin' in Prada I can't trust you designers Hope my feelings just vanish No paparazzi we flash 'em we blam 'em Masked up but we still up on camera Brodie died and she fuckin' in two days Fuck love, and that truth say Hide my feelings in D'Usse Sex tape, no blu-ray Only call me when you moody Wanna fuck me don't be groupie [?] this an anthem I can't trust her I'm just sayin' Wanna vibe and non-relation And she foreign, speak the language Caught him lackin' please don't panic The bands and rubber-banding Chanel be on her luggage She a [?] I can't cuff it And my mans because you did it Movin' funny with your digits In my lane I never hit it It's my turn them niggas fakin' Fake love is irritatin' Choppa shootin' make a blanket Trey blow them niggas singin' (Trey blow them niggas) I don't want your love at all And my feelings gone since my brodie gone I don't want your love at all Ay, my feelings gone since my brodie gone I'm back at it Play the block, we was good at it Do the dash, I ain't plannin' on crashin' Fucked her friend, now she movin' dramatic If you know what you did when I said it You a hoe and I give you your credit And my life soon be on the debit Swipin' Louis and lookin' impressive Make sure mama good, uh, gang lookin' great Put some food on they plate Fuck love, you ain't safe Fuck her friend just in case (Mmh, I fuck her friend just in case, mm)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
