[Intro]

Mm, mm

Yeah, yeah, it's a lot—, mm (Rok on the track, yeah) (Hmm)

It's a lot, hurt

Mm, mm

It hurt, lot hurts

I be gettin' hurt

I be gettin' hurt (Mm-mm)

When you lie, I'm hurt (Mm-mm)

When you lie, I'm hurt (Uh, uh)

I don't wanna make no— (Uh, uh, uh)

[Chorus]

When you lie, I'm hurt (Yeah), how I'ma make this work?

Why am I lyin' to her? (Why?), This just gon' make it worse (I know)

Yeah, I tried, and I swear, I keep poppin' these Percs' (Why?)

Yeah, and I don't care (Don't), yeah, but I think I'm cursed (Yeah)

Yeah, uh, we sauced up like Cinnabon (Oh), and her hair up in a bun

Whole lot of racks, yeah, a bunch, we can't kick it, have no fun

Side ho' better from the back, main ho' better from the front

I can't tell you if it started, yeah, this shit, it just begun (Begun, yeah)

[Verse]

Yeah, joggin' to the bank, but matter of fact, I might go run (Uh-uh)

If I'm choosin' to light up, then I'm gon' only smoke on Runtz (Yeah, only, okay, Runtz)

Look like, "Wait", I'm like, "What?"

Yeah, I'm runnin' up this money (This money), yeah, it's on, yeah

No, you not with us (Yeah-yeah, with me)

We don't give no fucks (Fucks)

"'Fuck you always jump the gun?" Yeah, talkin' like you wouldn't, yeah

Hotter than the sun, yeah (Uh)

Keep it one to one, yeah (Uh)

Run it up for fun, yeah (Uh-uh)

I do what I want, yeah (Uh)

Off this Oxy', might lose my mind, mm-mm, yeah (Yeah)

I'm so high, might call my side, mm, woah, yeah (Uh)

You know that she not down to ride, oh (Yeah, yeah)

Shit gon' be hard to [?], mm, mm (Uh, uh)

It's a lot, yeah, I got my gun to my lap, I let it ride (Skrrt)

It got German engineering in the hood, this shit so loud now (Loud)

Do not let me do it, I swear to God, I'm 'bout to wild out

Watch out what you doin', yeah, forgot that you allowed now

[Chorus]

When you lie, I'm hurt, how I'ma make this work?

Why am I lyin' to her? This just gon' make it worse (I know)

Yeah, I tried, and I swear, I keep poppin' these Percs'

Yeah, yeah, and I don't care, yeah, yeah, but I think I'm cursed

Yeah, we sauced up like Cinnabon, and her hair up in a bun

Whole lot of racks, yeah, a bunch

We can't kick it, have no fun

Side ho' better from the back, main ho' better from the front

I can't tell you if it started, yeah, this shit, it just begun