Letras
Talk me to nice
Don't talk to me
In that tone
Speak to right before I send
Your ass home
You and I both know that you can't
Be alone
Do what you like but don't be hitting my phone
Aye
Shit just got real baby
Tell me what you feel baby
Sex game real Crazy
Girl you make me feel mainey
Yo ex nigga still hating
Cuz he ain't got shit shaken
I'm giving out these hip replacements
Pulling hair
And back breaking
Meanwhile I
Still got some bitches
On the track racing
Don't even speak to me
If you ain't talking
Cash language
Nigga you can't eat wit me
If you be J Cattin
Called up my brothers
And my Cuzzo's
Split a bag wit em
Slid to LA
Niggas pulled up
Bagging bitches
Bitch stfu
And bring me my bag of spinach
Bitch you know
I don't be playing
Bout my bag digits
Real Frisco OG
I ain't cattin wit it
Talk me to nice
Don't talk to me
In that tone
Speak to right before I send
Your ass home
You and I both know that you can't
Be alone
Do what you like but don't be hitting my phone