[Verse 1]

Look I don't want a hug, I just wanna nut

Remember we was broke and you ain't wanted us

This is a Patek, it cost thirty bucks

My homie trust his wife and then she set him up

I'm looking at your Gram, who you tryna be?

I know you really broke so why you love me?

You on a vacation every other week

What, you living with your mom and you ain't got a key?

Why don't you be yourself? What you tryna prove?

Sold your soul for some Chanel and a pair of Loubs

She need to reevaluate what she thought is cool

Cause when the last time you been to your daughter's school?

How I'm gon' love you? You don't love yourself

You would fuck my brother if I go to jail

Yeah you got a fatty but that shit for sale

Don't take this personal, look I just wanna help

[Verse 2]

You texting my phone saying "Come and get me

My mom watching my sons, is you gon' come and get me?"

I gotta hide my money cause you fake and sticky

Plus you fucking every rapper in your city

Looking for a come-up, you fucked every boss

But they fuck you once and then they never call

You don't even make it out the nigga car

They fuck you in the backseat then they drop you off

Homie really liked you but he wasn't balling

So you hit ignore every time he calling

Then he hit a lick and now he drive a foreign

Now when he drive by you just just look at him salty

You just took your morals and you sold 'em cheap

If I had a job you wouldn't go with me

You got nowhere to go, you just roam the streets

Your kids up, you couldn't wait until they go to sleep