Letras
Yo, I was at a photoshoot, just trying to make some cash
Photographer was fine, we were vibing, having a blast
She was taking my pictures, I was posing, feeling myself
But I could see it in her eyes, she wanted more than just a shelf
Of photos, she wanted me, but I was already taken
Got a girl at home, we good, but this bitch was jealous, and she was sneakin
Her feelings, trying to hide it, but I could see it clear
She wanted to fuck, but I wasn't trying to be that near
So I played it cool, kept my distance, didn't want no drama
But this bitch was persistent, wouldn't take a fucking hint, no, no, no, no
She started spreading rumors, talking shit behind my back
Saying I was hitting on her, trying to make her my next fucking snack
Meanwhile, my girl was hearing this shit, and she was pissed
Called me up, we got into it, and I had to set the bitch straight, this is how it is
I told her the truth, that this photographer was tripping
But she didn't believe me, said I was lying, and she was flipping
Her shit, said she was leaving, packing her bags, and I was like"Fine"
But then the cops showed up, knocking on my door, and I was like"What the fuck is this?"
They said I was harassing the photographer, making her feel uncomfortable
And I was like"What? That bitch is jealous, that's why she's unstable"
I looked at the cops, and I saw the photographer in the background
Smirking, thinking she won, but I knew she was just being a cunt
So I told the cops the truth, that this bitch was just jealous
Of my girlfriend, and that's why she was making up all this bullshit, and that's real
They didn't believe me, took me in, and I was like"Whatever"
I'll take the rap, but I know the truth, and that's all that matters, fucking whatever
So here's to the jealous photographers, the lying girls, and the fucking cops
I'll keep my head high, 'cause I know who I am, and I ain't never been a fucking hype