Letras
Keep tossing your love, you can keep it, I don't want it
You don't fuck with me, for real, you only call me when you horny
Bro take his life away at night, he ain't want to see the morning
I pop outside, 45 hos on me like Michael Jordan
I keep it straight up with these hos, no, I don't do no flirting
She played me bad, but it's chill 'cause I rock Balenciaga
The gas so strong it got me moving slow, my head knocking
The truth be told, you'll pick them over my dead body
Keep tossing your love, you can keep it, I don't want it
You don't fuck with me, for real, you only call me when you horny
Bro take his life away at night, he ain't want to see the morning
I pop outside, 45 hos on me like Michael Jordan
I keep it straight up with these hos, no, I don't do no flirting
She played me bad, but it's chill 'cause I rock Balenciaga
The gas so strong it got me moving slow, my head knocking
The truth be told, you'll pick them over my dead body
You can't answer your phone no more?
Just give me a little time, I'm worried about what we got going on
I'm trying to figure out what's been going on, like
Damn, I've been calling you for days, you've been MIA
She asking where I been, said I've been MIA
She ain't gon' sit in there the whole zone, see dead faces
This bitch a freak, we fuck all night, she got my bed shaking
Girl, I got you and I know I'm running through my head, baby
You the one made me feel hurt so you gotta get it to work
I want you outside of my brain and shit give me a headache
I guess I give you one more try, you fuck up, then you do the time
The way that I be chasing you, this shit gon' make my legs break
Keep tossing your love, you can keep it, I don't want it
You don't fuck with me, for real, you only call me when you horny
Bro take his life away at night, he ain't want to see the morning
I pop outside, 45 hos on me like Michael Jordan
I keep it straight up with these hos, no, I don't do no flirting
She played me bad, but it's chill 'cause I rock Balenciaga
The gas so strong, it got me moving slow, my head knocking
The truth be told, you'll pick them over my dead body