Lyrics
Don't got no feelings for no broke-ass bitch
Walk in Second Street and then I drop a bag with Chris
Boy, that is a V6, it ain't nothin' like this
When I start that SRT I got my neighbors all pissed
Lost my Glock, it will surely be missed
Told that ho she can move on 'cause you not my- (yeah)
Play with your mama, I don't play about shit
He want ups on the gang, he get left right in a ditch
Fiends hit my line but this is not my phone
Spendin' late nights with your bitch, boy, this not my home (gang)
Flowers for a thot, you tryna right your wrongs
No, I cannot fall in love because I'm way too grown
Don't got no feelings for no broke-ass bitch
Walk in Second Street and then I drop a bag with Chris
Boy, that is a V6, it ain't nothin' like this
When I start that SRT I got my neighbors all pissed
Lost my Glock, it will surely be missed
Told that ho she can move on 'cause you not my- (yeah)
Play with your mama, I don't play about shit
He want ups on the gang, he get left right in a ditch