A Bitch Already Broke My Heart Robb Bank$

[Verse 1]
Crack your back and then I’m ghost
Do it like Tariq and make her walk, uh, G-L-K
How I pulled up, so slick, neck lit, wrist lit (Versace—)
Nigga, it was 4th of July, fives crackin', nines blastin′ (yeah)
Ridin' through Glastonburg, Germany with my ratchet (nigga)
I feel fantastic, I'm feelin′ fantastic (yeah)
Versace towels and blankets, cozy in the mad, nigga

[Bridge]
(I′ve been torn apart so many times)
(I've been here so many times before)
Yeah, come on, yeah, come on, nigga
Bitch, shut the fuck up with all that cryin′ (bitch)
I've been torn apart so many times
So many times I had to blast my nine
(I′ve been here so many times before)
I'm probably gon′ hurt you again, I ain't gon' lie
(No, there′s no way) I′m not
Baby, I'm the one that cheat, the one that lie
You need to find it, try it with that next nigga
′Round here, that shit don't fly, fuck, nigga

[Verse 2]
I ain′t never met a dame like you (swear to God)
Purple eye shadow hangin' out the roof (swear to God)
Niggas got a lot to say ′bout you
Like how you go and run to him, try to come back 'round the spin
Hold on, no you don't
Must think that I′m green or som′, bitch, I'm not a ghost
We know how you get that shit up, man even your nigga know
I can tell by all them cheap ass chains that he know the ropes
Ayy, new bands drummin′, real hair hunnid, that's your bitch
You the type to hunt ya, I′m the type to leave her with a kid
Bitch say that she pregnant, better pop this all-purpose pill
I'm a real gunner and you just a motherfucker
(Sold out) Shh, shh, spend it all on you
(Counting) Fuck a bag up and ball on you
Bet you love me now, yeah, mm, that′s all it's ever about