Lyrics
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(fuck you 18s)
Onna real like this shit done got tricky
Fuck the bullshit I need u here wimme
Bronem told me I'm trippin I can't go
I'm like since when this nigga get witty
Gen 5 lil opp'll get flamed up
Off white me & brotha'nem came up
All night me & shawty been laid up
Put my hand on yo neck & you wake up
On PV wit my brotha like flame up
Try to slide down this bitch & get banged up
Ain't no love for them niggas who changed up
Nah for real like this shit ain't the same look
I'm the goat like my jersey been hanged up
It's 18s innis bitch I'm tryn bangout
Tryna figure like how could u change up
In my head this shit make me wan rage out
Shit I get it u can't give yo ways up
Ian trippin a bunch of new days left
Onna real think my mind done been made up
I had thought u was right but u played left
Gotta smoke for the pain just roll blunts
Off white me & brotha'nem came up
All night me & shawty been laid up
Put my hand on yo neck & you wake up
On PV wit my brotha like flame up
Try to slide down this bitch & get banged up
Ain't no love for them niggas who changed up
Nah for real like this shit ain't the same look
Are you okay
I noticed you're not the same
U told me that u needed some space
U left me I thought u was gon stay
Roll and then smoke for the pain
I promise u I'm not gon break
I promise u bae I'm okay
Don't listen to your friends they all fake
U promised that u wouldn't change up
U promised that u gon do anything for me but I guess that shit was just fake love
Idk who u tryna play with
Get the fuck out my face get away bruh
I miss them nights when we used to stay up
Fall asleep on the phone she don't hang up
Fall asleep on my bed yeah we laid up
Then gon try me cause fighting and breakup