Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Williams
Lyrics
Lyrics
Ooh-Ooo
Ooo-ooo
I'll take a bottled water
I can't trust a thing that you pour in that glass
Energy is strange why you shakin' like that?
Shit just ain't sittin' right wit' me like it got knifed in the ass
I see that you was startled (I see)
Stallin' on the road I ain't even pull up that fast
Had plenty time to prepare and cover up the red flags
You turnin' 'to that tainted soul that you left in the past
Dirt up on yo' shoes (shoes)
Ain't no hidin' those
Let's be rational
Judgin' by yo' mood that's impossible
Truth (truth)
It'd be nice to know
Final chapter in our story now I'm lettin' you go
Character grade lower tier you'll never make honor roll
Face already fye got a model in it
See it from behind got a wobble in it
Body cold as ice nigga don't know 'bout no avalanches
Gave you the freeze pop just like any man would do in my postion
The looks on point but it's like yo' head and yo' top is missin'
Ain't got no home trainin' yet you grew up with a father figure
Passive aggressive fix yo' pose don't care you photogenic
Still would take you out the picture
I'll take a bottled water (I will)
I can't trust a thing that you pour in that glass (no mam)
Energy is strange why you shakin' like that? (uh un)
Shit just ain't sittin' right wit' me like it got knifed in the ass
I see that you was startled (I see)
Stallin' on the road I ain't even pull up that fast
Had plenty time to prepare and cover up the red flags
You turnin' 'to that tainted soul that you left in the past
Dirt up on yo' shoes (shoes)
Ain't no hidin' those
Let's be rational
Judgin' by yo' mood that's impossible
Truth (truth)
It'd be nice to know
Final chapter in our story now I'm lettin' you go
Character grade lower tier you'll never make honor roll
I'll take a bottled water
Fix me up a beverage sorry I think not
Don't want no concoction you gon' scare off my cock
You got a better chance at winnin' big on the slots
Dirt up on yo' shoes
The feelings I had for you they decided to leave
You came back to mi casa legs was spreadin' for me
I saw the box but couldn't open it like it's Christmas Eve
That's how you know we through
I'll take a bottled water shawty I got my reasons
A nigga would be obliged you came through wit' a Fiji
Thought you was fightin' demons it turns out you the demon
Prolly spit up in that juice
Watchin' too much Color Purple Celie got you out here tweakin'
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