Write About You

And I hope you don't think this about to go

How you think it's gon go

Talking bout my numbers when I know I'm gon blow

You was out here for the summer but you never showed hope

You said my heart was cold

Well sorry baby guess that's do to the fact

That I was born up in the winter

Up in the Raq I'm with a gang that's full of winners

Up in the Raq I'm with a gang that's full of winners mhm

And you know, that I know

All that shit that you was doing

But I ain't entertain it I was focused on my music

Said I was feeling pain but that shit help me get though it

I knew that I could do it

Nowadays these bitches go insane

Said they be bugging they be fucking up your brain

But nah that can't stop you

I guess you gotta just keep putting in that pain

It's D.T.B so these bitches don't mean a thing

Just keep on grinding put the work against the grain

Yeah

Remember days where I would write about you?

I should've listened man I guess that he was right about you

Fucking with these bitches times one

When bitches was just fucking with these ns times two

But I never thought it would be you

You was chilling with my gang you was cooling with my crew

Even met my mother and she said that you was cool

Fuck around and pick you up and give you rides to school

Now that shit is in the past

And shit just switched up in a flash

Now it's fuck you and I'm focused on my bag

Don't care if you get mad

Should've worried bout that for you fuck around

And fumbled up the bag

But fuck it you know I'm up

It's 3am and I hope you don't hit me up

Probably thinking bout how you just have me up

And now I'm free so these bitches just hit me up

But I don't entertain it cause they can't do shit for me

Man I hate the fake love man I swear that shit is phony

E.T you just wanna phone home

But I'm not gonna lie shawty that shit long gone

All up on my body like a fucking long john

Bet you finna fold like a fucking futon

But I'm sorry that entertainment shit is gone