I know he gets mad when i talk to u

See it in his eyes he smelled my perfume

All up in ur clothes its just wat i do

I ain't wanna do it but i had to

Just to make a statement like a mf tattoo

Walk into the function i can barely even see shit

I won't make assumptions but i think she wanna cheat bitch

She asked for my number he got nervous and repeats it

Always on my dick and i ain't even wanna be here

I got options but ur bitch the main one

I could stop it but u not gon say none

You too pussy and u short u can't run

Feel like 6'4 too with my mf gun

Bitch u hear the fucking drums they gon hear thеm then they run

In my city im their fathеr i ain't ever been ur son

They gon ask me for a beat and im gon scam em then i run

She said she so fucking pissed at me and she not gonna text back

Give me one more week and she gon tell me that she miss sad

Sometimes i be feeling hella bad for that dumbass

Lately i been smoking hella gas with the mistress

Pussies always lurking stay the fuck out of our business

They said im a hoe well of course i need someone to write songs about

Call up on my phone there ain't shit we gotta talk about

How tf u pressed this is really all ur fault

How tf they cheat on u and we ain't get caught

Blame yourself blame the wealth but dont ever blame me

Maybe u should get ur money up ur tanks on E

Broke bitch are u really surprised

That she would really fucking leave me at the sight of my eyes

Cause all the signs were there and u ain't give a fuck

So i why would i give less when im always drunk