Letras
Ooh ooh ooh
Yeah
She don't want
I don't want
I'm so done, yeah
She don't wanna talk about it, no oh ooh
I don't wanna talk about it, no oh ooh
So don't even come without it
(Drum-K committed a quadruple kill)
She don't wanna talk about it, no
Big 'ole motherfucking gun
I can't leave without it, no
But she say she want all my bands
Oh baby I don't understand
Missed you for so long
Baby I can't let you go
Huh, I'm finna chase me a bag
I don't look at tags
My jeans they 'gon sag
If he hating we dumping the mag
Don't got no time for no bad bitches
Everyday hang with the savages
Down in the dirt, stuck in the mud
Can't wait for the gang to live lavish
I can't wait I'm going insane
When I'm in pain I take two to the brain
Bitch I'm way cooler than all of those lames
You fucking
Baby you living disgusting, huh
I took her off of the budget
Cause you know I am not with the fuck shit
Huh, baby don't make no assumptions
I'm alone when I pull to the function
And I left with two hoes on some fuck shit
If I pull it out bet she 'gon suck it
If he keep talking trash we 'gon buck him
I'm just focused on bands
If you wanna die come talk to my mans, huh
I'm trying, baby I swear I'm trying
(Huh-uh-uh-huh)
He won't talk to my manz
He won't talk to my manz, bitch
I bet, he won't talk to my manz, let's go
Don't give a fuck what you talking
Your boyfriend a dead man walking
Got your bitch on my phone why she stalking?
She tryna get her a taste of the kid
Damn it, I'm too hot
He 'gon get me shot, I think not
She 'gon give me top
I'm a fucking rockstar
Still the king of pop