Lyrics
Huh, please don't compare me
I swear i'm better than the rest
In this brand new Cedes like
Fuck it, i'm racing a Vette
This bitch calling me daddy
Don't know if she's wet or upset
Got money on me like I went
And placed me a bet, yes
Pour up lean i'm stressed
Huh, got a tech
I might leave that boy stretched
She said, she don't want me yet
But I know I could fuck with her best
And I fuck her the best
If I shoot my shot
No, I can't miss
She told me that I should come over
Said three words
Bitch say less
Your chain fake take that test
Your chain fake should've payed less
Would've lived if he would've played less
Got my songs on your bitch playlist
I'm that nigga your bitch can't resist
She looked at my wrist
Took her then we dip
Tell them broke niggas I came in
(Yeah, Yeah)
You not my guy, my twin
(Yeah, Yeah)
My hoe gone hold my stick
(Yeah, Yeah)
She ain't never gone tell what I did
(Yeah, Yeah)
What I did
That was back then, on the road
I'm beating her back in then I go
These niggas be switching
And running like hoes
I spent your rent on designer clothes
I'd do it again but I'll spend a little more
I told that boy it's game over
Got your hoe tryna drive my Range Rover
She drank to much can't stay over
Got to much pain can't stay sober
Put that boy on a flight no lay over
She was easy to hit like a lay up
I got shooters that will mess your day up
Put a switch on the back make it spray you
Put a tag on your toe we gon lay you
I'm just tryna hit so I tell you I love you
Tell them broke niggas I came in
(Yeah, Yeah)
You not my guy, my twin