[Intro] DY Krazy Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go
[Verse 1] We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car You was kinda mad I hang with murderers Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star Instagram famous, but you not a star
[Chorus] Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label
[Verse 2] You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, "Store run" I know a couple divas, that's still a secret The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it This shit was never easy, I move strategic Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent Big Backwood, sat back and burned it I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah
[Chorus] Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a labelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
