First of all, you fake as fuck
You fake as fuck, how you fuck me like that?
And now you actin' like you can't, you can't pick up the phone
And you don't see me calling
You don't see me texting you
Fake as fuck, how you gon' fuck me like that? (Zach made this beat)
Ha, yeah
Love, huh, uh
D.O. keep callin' my phone (Oh God)
D.O. keep callin' my phone (Oh God)
D.O. keep callin' my phone, oh God
Yeah, woah, ayy, ayy (Zach made this beat)
D.O. keep callin' my phone, tryna see where I'm at, in a new location
There was a one-night stance in the back to a man, ain't havin' no more conversation (No more)
I'm movin' on to the next, gave a D, made a miss, I be doggin' shit like a Dalmatian
Now this bitch blowin' me up, talkin' 'bout she wanna fuck, had to block her, I ran out of patience
I ain't know what these niggas be on, I'm out by the back and they out by the beach
And I'm fed, but gon' get me some money, I'm thumbin' and thumbin', how my hands itch?
It was me and Lil' Joe and Lil' Jamie, was sharin' these hoes, that was back in the bricks (God)
My nigga Mack wanna leave somethin' flat, told him we gotta get to this bacon like bits
And you can't spend a million without a few L's
You ain't ready to lose, you ain't never gon' win, on the road, trappin' out a motel
Now I move like Obama, if I wanna marry a bitch, gotta move like Michelle
Presidential, my wrist, it'll shoot 'til it click, if I miss you, it's saved by the bell
I was trippin', but I never fell
I ain't coverin' no bitch, gettin' money only thing that's important, they come and they go
She said that she want a nigga who gon' put her up in a place and you act like a ho
Put the P up and player, Kivo taught me all that I know, screamin', "Long live 'Vo"
And I was gone by the morning, I fucked her to sleep, then I dip and I ain't leave a note (Uh-uh)
D.O. keep callin' my phone, tryna see where I'm at, in a new location
There was a one-night stance in the back to a man, ain't havin' no more conversation
I'm movin' on to the next, gave a D, made a miss, I be doggin' shit like a Dalmatian
Now this bitch blowin' me up, talkin' 'bout she wanna fuck, had to block her, I ran out of patience
Ayy, slow it down like I'm movin' too fast, said she want me to buy her a ass
What I put in my wood, what you smokin' today, copy me 'cause I come by the gal'
Walk around without a vest and I'm gettin' me a check, but I still need my money and cash
And I can't wear nothin' cheap, all of my diamonds flashin', no lie, yours lookin' like glass (Glass)
I'm hittin' shit first night off the Cuban, if you ain't had a ten, then you losin'
If she wanna go left and I wanna go right, let her go, know these bitches be choosin'
Pullin' up in somethin' fast and she givin' me head, get my foot out the gas, so I'm cruisin'
And I'm smellin' like dope in expensive cologne, she get in askin', "What you be usin'?" (Uh)
Ayy, I like my bitch's celibate, you the type that'll pay if she sellin' it
And we movin' more weight than the elephant, ain't in the trap, you got rich off a settlement
And I don't got a dick to be relevant, keep this shit in the streets, niggas tellin' it
Got her givin' me head, she intelligent, might go V8, you can hear when I'm revvin' it (Uh-huh)
D.O. keep callin' my phone, tryna see where I'm at, in a new location
There was a one-night stance in the back to a man, ain't havin' no more conversation
I'm movin' on to the next, gave a D, made a miss, I be doggin' shit like a Dalmatian
Now this bitch blowin' me up, talkin' 'bout she wanna fuck, had to block her, I ran out of patience, ayy
ABP
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