[Verse 1]

What's in your cup? Yeah, I'm sipping on death

Word to, arms spread right cross the chest

Hate in my heart 'cause the b*tch got me vexxed

Late night texts 'bout who's next

Ion really care, I'll leave the block wet

Give me a check 'cause I got me a Tec

Give me a doctor or maybe a vet

I'm a dog in that p*ssy like seasoning chefs

I got the bread, now I'm thinking what's next

She gave me neck down from jaw to her breast

I'm coming over, I'm sensing distress

I see her naked, fresh out of her dress

She is a proctor; I'm passing the test

I pick her up then I put her to rest

Bugging out, issues, the lil hoe is stressed

She was crying in front of me, I'm not impressed

But I'm back to the block putting holes in the chest

Putting holes in his neck, putting holes in this b*tch while I count up my check

Rack it up, stack it, invest

Said I don't give a f*ck 'bout a lame b*tch's mental

Ticonderoga keep lead in my pencil

Cops at the door and I pled "accidental"

But I really put holes in the side of his rental

[Verse 2]

Attach, she close to my hip like my grip

I'm done, I be dumping her out like a clip, for fun

Got a switch, keep it next to the drum

They love when I up it and dip out like none

You mad? Sh*t, n*gga that's not my problem

You sad? Sh*t, n*gga still not my problem

She bad? She gon' fall for me like autumn

You got a problem then my n*ggas gon' solve it

[Bridge]

Said I'm back on the road, I'm back to the bugging

She back to the loving, I'm back to the dubbing

She back, she gon' give me that cat and the muffin

The stacks, but my pockets on fat plus a hunnid

I ain't really mean those words. Do you really love it?

I ain't really that new to all this damn love sh*t

But I'm back with a b*tch named nothing

Back with a, back with a blick not bluffing

Had her hands on her back not cuffing

Shawty gon' put up a act, she fronting

Think she smart, I hope she playing stupid

We in love on the phone, contact cupid

I got n*ggas and chops and we ruthless

Talkin' that hot sh*t, we leave yo ass toothless

[Verse 3]

Speak on the gang and yo face looking clueless

Call out ya girl and I told her amuse us

You caught me clapping ain't had to accuse us

Going out like losers

So sad how bad sh*t gets when you losing

Ain't know you could do this

Walked out, no words like we ain't just do this

[Outro]

How you being so far, but I hold you so close?

And it's like I'm in love with a ghost

And it's like I'm in love with a b*tch at the table, I'm standing it up, do a toast

For the hoes who be doing the most

For the hoes who be acting like they own the world but in real life they look like a joke

Man, I pray for y'all btches, I hope

Man, I pray