Prod. Emerald (Intro):

Yo, you still up?

Still on my way, bro

Gonna record, bro

Slatt!

Slatt!

Verse 1:

Yeah, been thinking, girl, since we was young

Been through so much, I just feel numb

I feel like Pi’erre the way I'm going dumb

She like, “No way you leave me.”

Don’t be so sure

Oh, I'm sure that you're not the one

Just got the flight to London, had enough

Babe, I'm running

And you don't mean nothing —

I swear I knew you, girl

That lil’ whole changed my world

Got that lil’ BB shirt

Ain’t no reason

I just got it bad like treason

Girl, I swear I'm done

I can't do how they treat me

Don't give me that look

What's the last time you rеad a book?

Buy you that Prada bag, lil’ baby

That's all it took

Hook:

Left her in Texas, shе all alone

Loving you, baby, that's all I know

Grab the tool out the glove box

I just want a girl I can show off

Go crazy — I swear, lil' baby, that's not what I meant

Like Brady, I throw them bands, that’s what I made

Oh, baby, she stuck in my head like some pomade

Old lady, she was from the bottom of Mercedes

Oh, baby, I swear I'm all out of patience for you

On the occasion, I'm wrong, but mostly I'm true

Don't need persuasion —

You long for all that I do

I'm breaking out of the box

'cause I cannot follow rules

Verse 2:

I'm breaking out, but they still run their mouths

That boy, he dissin’ me, but he can't run a mile

Can't get the bag, yeah —

All of them boys, they just jackin’ my swag, yeah

Greasy hair boy — man, you look like a rag, yeah

I got lots of bands, but you know I don't brag, yeah

And that's the difference, yeah

I just went and dropped a bag like it's Christmas, yeah

Can't do a lot, but I can't go and forgive you

That's my swag right now —

That girl, she not my kind

There's a lot of love in there

But I can't show her signs

I knew you, girl —

That lil' whole changed my world

Got that lil' BB shirt

Ain’t no reason

I just got it bad like treason

Girl, I swear I'm done

I can't do how they treat me

Don't give me that look

When’s the last time you read a book?

Bought you that Prada bag, lil’ baby —

That's all it took

Hook (Reprise):

Left her in Texas, she all alone

Lovin' you, baby, that's all I know

Grabbed the tool out the glove box, yeah

I just wanna go, like, show off, yeah

Good grace — I swear to God that's not what I meant

Like Brady, I throw them bands, that’s what I made

Oh, baby, she's stuck in my hair like some pomade

Oh, lady, she's remindin’ me of Satan

Oh, baby, I swear I'm all out of patience for you

On occasion, I'm wrong, but mostly I'm true

Don't need persuasion —

You wrong for it, all that I do

I'm breakin' out of the box

'cause I cannot follow rules