She won't tell me I ain't shit
Tell lil baby that I ain't it
I bet she hate when we fuck
Then why you always throwin' fits
I'm always coppin' on mix
That's your girl? She like my pics
She steady asking for a flick
That's your girl? She be on dick
But you don't like how that's it

Oh my fucking god
I can tell she want me back
[?] why you're mad
Drop her off
She looking sad
Still got Prada on my tags
We know that ni**a chasing bags
[?]

I don't really wanna cry again
I've been thinking maybe baby we can try again
Girl I'm sorry if I hurt you yeah that's my bad
Now I'm thinking [?] that we could have had

Okay its like that
I was tryna love you
Could you fight back
Sidetracked
Baby you're gon' have to catch that flight back
You know that I can't forget you
Bitch sometimes think its better if I left you
She won't tell me I ain't shit
Tell lil baby that I ain't it
I bet she hate when we fuck
Then why you always throwin' fits
I'm always coppin' on mix
That's your girl? She like my pics
She steady asking for a flick
That's your girl? She be on dick
But you don't like how that's it

Oh my fucking god
I'm going nuts
Pop a xannie just for fun
And these pills they adding up
I don't want fake love
But lets keep in touch
You could hit and run it up
I don't care if she the one
Am I enough for you, cause you're enough for me
And I don't want your love, just want your company
Yeah the hate is building up, but I can tell they're under me
Build up our love and I watch it fall slowly

Prada jeans in the bag
In the coupe going fast
And I'm still poppin' tags
AR in my bag
You said that you love me, I love you
That's cap
Take a trip out far away
I'm not coming back