[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
I hate it when these bitches takin' clothes from me
I'll make her take an Uber back home from me
And when I'm with my homies, I know she don't trust me
We been actin' silly, she know we go dummy, ooh
Just know your role
I'm not a actor in a move, I'm just a troop
My camera roll is for the hoes takin' pictures at the party
And the screenshots, shawty sippin' lean, doing molly
Little mami got a body like a Maker's bottle
She givin' face like a makeup model
And "red button" is my breakup motto
Greek god, ain't no fake Apollo
And every girl that I know got them naked photos
[Pre-Chorus]
The ones that say they got you, they forgot you
I'll admit it, I don't want you, I don't got you
And I really think I lost you
I don't wanna be so stuck
But I'm in and out of love, and I'm really feelin'
[Chorus]
Sorry for you
I been really feelin' sorry for you
I been really feelin' sorry for you
Little girl, bad taste
All that time went to waste
I been really feelin' sorry for you
[Verse 2]
And she know, ha
Never told her 'bout my main bitch, she know my main bitch
Coolin', make the fuckin' lane switch on my gang shit
Got your bitch up in my blankets, the head's amazing
Only fuck around with A-list, not on our wait list
I do not wait, I have no patience
All this women needin' so much maintenance
I been really actin' out
It's too late for me backing out
I'm too great, but I lack a style
That isn't in or isn't out
You called again, a hundred texts
You gave an inch, take a mile
[Bridge]
I been feelin' sorry for you
I ain't never worried for you
Yeah, you know that
I been feelin' sorry for you
I ain't never worried for you
Yeah, you know
[Pre-Chorus]
The ones that say they got you, they forgot you
I'll admit it, I don't want you, I don't got you
And I really think I lost you
I don't wanna be so stuck
But I'm in and out of love, and I'm really feelin'
[Chorus]
Sorry for you
I been really feelin' sorry for you
I been really feelin' sorry for you
Little girl, bad taste
All that time went to waste
I been really feelin' sorry for you
[Outro]
Let the marriage burn a hole through your heart and soul
Don't compare me, you don't know, I'm the fuckin' goat
Want me workin' for bills, come on, ask yourself
Do you miss that ass? Do you miss the lavish wealth?
Do you miss the sex? Do you miss the blow, baby?
Do you think it's best if we pretend we don't, baby?
Makin' money now, fuck your cousin now
I'll be stuck, in and out of love, way before it's us
So I just cross them off like tic-tac-toe
Cross them off, and forget that ho
The memories gone, keep on tellin' me to run back
Tic-tac, tic-tac-toe
If you remember me, just please call back; I'm so sorry