Fuck these niggas, they gon' switch on you when the time comes
She said that she never had a real nigga, bitch, you beside one
She said she wanna be with me to pass these bygones
I swear, I wanna be with you baby, but it's my fault
I really thought you was my mans but none of these niggas surprising me
All of the sticks like Afghan
You got the right one if you slide on me
I'm really certified in the streets
Money all in my eyes when we meet
I take your mans, they gon' be a fiend
Murder on my mind, hanging out the jeep
All I wanted was someone, I wanted someone that can vibe with me
Thought you were the one but you lied to me, uh-huh
Three bands for a new Fendi coat
We had plans but that shit hit the torch
I got a chopper, it came with a scope
I'm not your father, can't tell you what to do
Gucci, Chanel, bought all the designer
Heart cold, but I cannot find her
Big .40 look like I'm in a mafia
Where you at Swerve, can you pull out the chopper?
Don't make it seem like I did you wrong
When it was you all along
Everybody true colors were showing
The fame changed, what the fuck going on?
What the fuck going on?
Connected the dots with the bones, yeah
That's what you saying but you do not want me
Twelve blitz, I got to watch for the onion
What about that time, that long summer?
I was toting that iron, that Glock on me
Now I'm cooling in a yacht got a bad bitch on me
Fuck these niggas, they gon' switch on you when the time comes
She said that she never had a real nigga, bitch, you beside one
She said she wanna be with me to pass these bygones
I swear, I wanna be with you baby, but it's my fault
But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault
But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault
But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault
See you again its my fault, See you again its my fault
Nigga I'm believing in none of this shit
Talking 'bout all the pain in your eyes
The pain in my heart is the pain that I hide
I don't fuck with these niggas, they lame-ass guys
I miss you, no cap, free the back end child
I'm off the drugs 'cause I'm feeling wild
Rob him for zips, that's not my style
But, taking your bitch, that's my style
Money ??? they saying that it's real, huh
Big four-oh, I was taking them pills
She gave me top, she need a new skill
Cartoons, I don't fuck with the Vicodins
Bad bitch, niggas know they not striking it
Feeling like Thor, I pull out the lightning
She throw it back, you know that I'm liking it
You ain't be controlling shit, you not a Fire Stick
Kill for a post, 'cause niggas were ??? it
Kick the door, they like "Who brought a rifle in?"
Bitch on the floor, you know that she trifling
Christian Dior, you know I got fashion
Spilled Wockt' on my Saint Lauren glasses
Big Glock, I'ma up it in traffic
Big chop, nigga, who is you baggin'?
Fuck these niggas, they gon' switch on you when the time comes
She said that she never had a real nigga, bitch, you beside one
She said she wanna be with me to pass these bygones
I swear, I wanna be with you baby, but it's my fault
But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault
But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault
But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault
See you again its my fault, See you again its my fault
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