[Hook: Joy B]

I respect you, you & your hoe phase

I respect you, you & your hoe phase

[Part 1:]

I was tryna poke, tryna provoke, I noticed you on the ropes

You gave your nigga the smoke, okay

Said she tired of looking stupid on posts, the summer coming around & she finna let it go, okay

She said fuck that being faithful to ungrateful niggas shit

Last nigga was unstable, had you babysit his kids while he trap & cheat

He’d come back & leave his hat, just to crash & eat

She said she had to leave

Hit my line joking, talking bout she mad at me

'How could I get married & leave her stuck with these fuck niggas?'

I said "You been the same since Paseo Academy, chasing after dweebs but only just to get back at me"

I read & write tragedies easily cause it happens frequently to me

I just need a freak with me, you seem to be

Ready for the realest nigga or atleast a piece

Just one promise, don’t try to be with me

[Part 2:]

Now she hit the streets with me, in traffic with a bad bitch & she sing to me

Poison her with habits now she think she me

Girl I lost the feeling in my chest before the weed was heat

Nothing bout me typical, I’ll let you pick the scenery

Now she fucking with a real nigga, she say I know how to deal with her

She look like Kehlani but a little thicker

Tryna get me back on pills when I chill with her

Girl, you should’ve been a little quicker, but self mastery's closer than you

Wait til this smoking shit through, I loved smoking with you

Til I looked over & you was doing the coke in your room, won't judge

I know breakups cause breakdowns, you put no makeup on your face now

& I can’t front like you ain’t down, but I gotta save us from fake smiles

She said "Dang Kutt, you fake now. What about all them days Kutt? Just say how. Nah, it’s cool I got niggas with bigger bags, that rap & they’ll stack my cash app & pay pal"

[Part 3:]

She ain’t a hoe, she just like to give. It’s a cold life to live

She my ice pick, know your vice pick

There I go, I identify with it

Yea, freaky sex too, just throw it my gps, cool

Pulled up to her crib, I said please be careful

She said "Bye & don’t act like you don’t see these texts fool"

Pulled off, headed to the crib & I’m looking through my pics at Kamorah from December

Knowing she gone grow up knowing every nigga got they own agenda, I just pray that she remembers

Niggas got Tinders, I can’t pretend to just trust just a picture

Swiper no swiping, I knock on your door, uh, we knockin some boots, & thats only bad if you do not think like me

[Chorus:]

See I guess I never was a dog, bitch I am worse

But I’ll still make your ol' lady fall like I am church

The last time I took the fall, see I was cursed

So I think it’s time you put your jaws to some work, (hold up)

First, (hold up) I don’t love no hoes that ain’t clocked out

So if I can’t hear your goals, then bitch I’ll bounce

I’m tryna blaze this weed, I pray I see the clouds

This ain’t no phase for me, no saving me. I’ve drowned, it's wild

[Outro: Bam Keith]

You keep me in your messages, just let it go

I'd hate to see you have another episode

I had better blessings in your friend zone

Touched down at LAX, call it end zone