Letras
Baby, do you miss me, uh, let me know
You know I can't sing on a beat
But I got this pole, bitch, disrespect me
I'ma let it blow, I'ma let it sing for me
Baby, you tried to play me, that ain't cool
Talk about him, who the fuck is dude
I'ma slide with them poles, I'ma show you what I'ma do
Boom, pop, pop, put him on the 11 o'clock news, ouu
I'ma slide with them poles and 49
You hurt my heart, bitch, I feel like fucking dying
EJ in this fucking bitch, I feel fucking real
Suicide ain't no joke, that shit's fucking real
I wanna kill myself, I wanna fuck up my health
I'm fucking with his BM to ease my pain
'Cause he fucked my BM, nigga, this a dirty game, hoe, huh
But she the one to blame, I need to stop fucking with her
I'm the reason, I'm the reason, I'm sorry, mother
I probably would've been killed myself
If I wasn't a fucking father
And I'm still hurt that I lost my motherfucking father
I'm going through a lot, you don't know what the next motherfucker's going through
We are going through a lot, but what the fuck he gon' do?
Walk away, walk away, get out my face
I'ma up this bitch and shoot you dead in your face
Motherfuckers talking shit, these bullets gon' spray
I don't give a fuck about that bitch, she gon' lay
On the bed again, fucked by whoever
I don't give a fuck, bitch, you know I ain't gon' fuck your sweater
I'ma get this money up, bitch, that's all it is
I'ma get this money up and take care of my family
I don't give a fuck about that bitch, her ass nasty
Try some opps shit, I'ma put you in the casket