Lyrics

Schy You're driving fast and you're missing turns like You're so worked up over this girl like do you even know what you're doing? Yes indeed I do If we're being honest you know it's not me it's you And you Can I tell the truth? All my actions based off of the way I see you move and you Girl you tweakin' Barking over dinner like you vegan and we beefing Why the fuck we call this meet then? Her excuse is fighting demons I would trade my hoes for some loyalty Dirt up on my name when it rain it's gone soil me Favorite color prolly pussy pink that shit royalty She say that she over me I'm fucking up her ovaries Ain't nobody origami don't nobody fold on me And thassa fact Make a move we take you off the map Recoil, we hit you I don't know where at "You should get a job I see that you still not poppin'" "What's your other option" "Give it up and stop it" Niggas in my face like they ain't been out here watching "Oh so you you make music? Do you make a profit?" Yes indeed I do If we're being honest I make more cake than you too And you Can I tell the truth? They really hate to see you win if they ain't winning too And that's just how it go Shit ain't right I bust a left She wanna suck my soul How we end on Morse road? Girl you really know your role You ain't nothing special I just don't know how to let you go Do this shit too often I'm becoming a professional She gone hit me with a "yeah I know" Ten-four She invite me in let me hit it and then I dip Hard to start the whip Engine loud as shit Shawty give me brain I'm planning escaping skits Wiping off all the spit she say "do you gotta split" Mmm Yes indeed I do And if we're being honest I think we prolly should too and you Can I tell the truth? Nah fuck it
Writer(s): Schyler West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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