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still duckin felonies, wrist cold jealousy
i don't do the chasin, if she leave then i let it be
hit it then i'm skating so lil shawty why you textin me?
drippin unintentionally, this is how it better be
said she love the trapper, but the scammer do it better
she want designer bags, i'm finessin the finesser
only love the realest, for my bruddas it's vendetta
my main hoe a junkie she pop xans under pressure
she told me that she hate me bitch i wouldn't love me either
took her to the crib she tryna prove that she a keeper
postin on her story but i'm croppin out my sneakers
she dont fuck with rap, but she like me in her speakers
pretty but she dumb, so i treat her like a smart one
get her ass a uber, told the driver that's a art run
leave her at the telly, i ain't even let her start nun
textin like she miss me, i aint read it bitch my heart numb
ask me what i'm wearin, this some shit u can't even touch
i'm out walkin like i'm broke, but this shirt cost me a dub
told her this a rental but it's mine, its a bluff
labels on my body i can't even say this stuff
i ain't got the time, baby i'm out with the thugs
is it really me you want, or you lookin for these drugs?
is it really hard to get that i don't give a fuck?
(hey shlee, can u call me back? i'm so mad at u but like...
u really broke my trust... i know it's just a distraction
and a one time thing but whatever... idk what to do...)