[Chorus]
Get out my head, ho, forget the shit that you said, ho
Said that you love me, but I know that your lyin' under your breath, ho
Something to say? okay, better say it with your chest, ho
You can say what you want but I'm not impressed, ho
[Verse]
Had to tell bitch "get back"
Can't hold me down, you can't send me back, no
I already know that you'll regret that
Worn a Rick with a wrap, know its mismatch, ho
Ten gats to the temple
I wish some of these problems were simple
Making it hard, you're not making it civil
Burning my heart, I can say like you're menthol, oh
Hope you get done in the worst way, and I mean all of the shit that I say
Throw all the problems on me like it's my fault, but you never wanna take none of the blame
You wanna talk 'bout the gang, we gon' roll out
With that choppa at your vertebrae, ho
You're matching your rhythm, your tempo
I don't wanna dance with a tango
Never learning from the pain
Think I changed but I'm the same
You tear me down, what do you gain?
Bad thoughts in my head, my brain
You walk around with no shame
Play me like a fucking game
I look back at how far I’ve came and I'm proud of it
'Cause I know that stay on my body
I know my work, no, bitch, I'm not cocky
Making the moves, like this shit was hockey
I got a show, I might go to Milwaukee, yo
Give a fuck what you say
Been counting money every motherfucking day
I've been making the plays
All my brothers gon' go up and see
Get out my head, ho, forget the shit that you said, ho
Said that you love me, but I know that your lyin' under your breath, ho
Something to say? okay, better say it with your chest, ho
You can say what you want but I'm not impressed, ho
[Verse]
Had to tell bitch "get back"
Can't hold me down, you can't send me back, no
I already know that you'll regret that
Worn a Rick with a wrap, know its mismatch, ho
Ten gats to the temple
I wish some of these problems were simple
Making it hard, you're not making it civil
Burning my heart, I can say like you're menthol, oh
Hope you get done in the worst way, and I mean all of the shit that I say
Throw all the problems on me like it's my fault, but you never wanna take none of the blame
You wanna talk 'bout the gang, we gon' roll out
With that choppa at your vertebrae, ho
You're matching your rhythm, your tempo
I don't wanna dance with a tango
Never learning from the pain
Think I changed but I'm the same
You tear me down, what do you gain?
Bad thoughts in my head, my brain
You walk around with no shame
Play me like a fucking game
I look back at how far I’ve came and I'm proud of it
'Cause I know that stay on my body
I know my work, no, bitch, I'm not cocky
Making the moves, like this shit was hockey
I got a show, I might go to Milwaukee, yo
Give a fuck what you say
Been counting money every motherfucking day
I've been making the plays
All my brothers gon' go up and see
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