A Lot of Miles Shordie Shordie & Murda Beatz

[Intro]
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

[Verse 1]
You never call my phone everyday
Singing you sung my song everyday
On my way to you today
Wanna know the E.T.A.?
Like, what we doing here? I got the keys, drag
Gotta keep it tuck be with me, bag
Wanna ride with you, like, come with me, gone
Tell me what you did, you gotta see

[Chorus]
'Cause I've been driving miles for some hours
If you ever get with my bitch, then she ours
Bro, like, please don't come around here sending showers
Tryna get you outta my head
Lately I been posted, I've been wanting my bread
Fucking, prolly tryna get you out of my head
Play that shit again, you ain't hear the shit I said, mm
Like you ain't hear the shit that I said

[Verse 2]
Fuck around, we getting even, I'm prolly wrong
Go ahead and don't believe it, I want you gone
Line got you riding leading, they play a song
Like, you ain't hear the shit he heard
Get you cut like ain't no what? You should've put on reverb
Have lil' brother hop out on you, now you hit off me
Pick her up, don't drop her off, now you don't never see her
If she mine, it's probably something that you never see