[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Fatt

[Chours]

You throw my love away in the trash

I throw my drugs away in the trash

Yeah, I know I lied, bae, that's my bad

I promise you, I wouldn't do it again

I had a talk with the devil, I met him

He asked me what I'm gon' do for the win

Why I'm doing these drugs? I don't need this shit

Why I can't leave you 'lone? I don't need this bitch

Riding 'round with my 9 'cause I need my stick

Had a dream last night, I got face shot

Fell in love, I'm so happy you stayed mine

Every night, talk for hours on FaceTime

Even when I was broke, you had stayed down

Now when we shopping, you pick anything out

Fuck all this clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball

It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you would play foul

[Verse]

Where you wan' go? We gon' do it today

When you be gone, I can't do it the same

But fuck all them hoes, I don't care what they say

Girl, you really get me, our feelings the same

When you come around, I'm a brand-new nigga

This shit started out small, now it's way, way bigger

I been really getting high, for to cope with the pain

I get sad about diamonds, designer, and chains

I buy Gucci and Prada, you pick what you wanna

You like being with a real nigga don't it?

All tired with being with them broke niggas ain't it?

Come look at me now, ma, your son really famous

Yeah, I love her to death, but I won't try to save her

Girl, the way we connect, it be somethin' like the cable

Copy my swag, niggas stealing my flavor

And all these fuck niggas that's rapping, I raised 'em

And I cut you off, but you know you my baby

And I let you go, but you know you my love

Girl, you making me sad, I'ma talk to you later

I hang up on you, then I'm calling the plug

Getting higher, and higher, and higher, and higher

I pour some more and I roll up more bud

You said you would leave and I knew that you would

And your love, I don't need it, you keep, it I'm good

Said that she love me, she a catfish

I spend a hundred on fashion

I ride around with a bad bitch

Whatever she want, she can have it

It make me sad when you not smiling

And long live Smaky, I miss my partner

It did me bad, it don't make me cry

I'ma thumb through racks for to ease my mind

[Chours]

You throw my love away in the trash

I throw my drugs away in the trash

Yeah, I know I lied, bae, that's my bad

I promise you, I wouldn't do it again

I had a talk with the devil, I met him

He asked me what I'm gon' do for the win

Why I'm doing these drugs? I don't need this shit

Why I can't leave you 'lone? I don't need this bitch

Riding 'round with my 9 'cause I need my stick

Had a dream last night, I got face shot

Fell in love, I'm so happy you stayed mine

Every night, talk for hours on FaceTime

Even when I was broke, you had stayed down

Now when we shopping, you pick anything out

Fuck all this clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball

It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you would play foul