[Intro]
Do women sit on social media
You sit around (Yes)
"Oh, everybody killin' everybody"
But you never tell the truth
That it's been a thousand shootings and homicides
Trickle back down to you runnin' your fuckin' mouth
Or you callin' somebody, and exaggeratin' 'cause you feel disrespected
Stop callin' people
You get into an argument with somebody on the block
That's it, leave it there
You call your brother, now these niggas goin' through it the whole summer
And then somebody child die 'bout it
That— That's your fault
It's been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
The fuck else can happen, yo?
Won't think once more or some, I'm out, man
I done seen it all, been through it all, yo
Let y'all niggas know right now, word to mother, for real, for real
That's the truth, y'all lyin'
[Verse 1]
What we not gon' do is look at the next man jewelry
Real or fake, all the shinin' ain't new to me
I'm only interested in the opposite sex
'Cause when the sex get monogamous, I get a text
Like "Who you in the club with? Why you next to her?"
'Cause women are the wallpaper when I'm decoratin' Earth
What we not gon' do is talk about how you hurt
When you was online earlier talkin' 'bout your purse
All she did was twerk, what you doin' now is worse
Guess bein' in a relationship is like a gift and a curse
And I got the blueprint too, so excuse me, miss
The AP out, that's when the room get lit
And I maneuver through the club with the tool equipped
Put niggas on ice, you ain't met a nigga cool as this
So stop with all the receipts, 'cause the proof is this
I ain't even shoot my shot, I had two assists
And how rude is this, you went through my shit
You make a ass out of you and me, assumin' shit
I told you the truth, how you gon' tell me?
When I knew me longer than you, it's only been six months
Do women sit on social media
You sit around (Yes)
"Oh, everybody killin' everybody"
But you never tell the truth
That it's been a thousand shootings and homicides
Trickle back down to you runnin' your fuckin' mouth
Or you callin' somebody, and exaggeratin' 'cause you feel disrespected
Stop callin' people
You get into an argument with somebody on the block
That's it, leave it there
You call your brother, now these niggas goin' through it the whole summer
And then somebody child die 'bout it
That— That's your fault
It's been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
The fuck else can happen, yo?
Won't think once more or some, I'm out, man
I done seen it all, been through it all, yo
Let y'all niggas know right now, word to mother, for real, for real
That's the truth, y'all lyin'
[Verse 1]
What we not gon' do is look at the next man jewelry
Real or fake, all the shinin' ain't new to me
I'm only interested in the opposite sex
'Cause when the sex get monogamous, I get a text
Like "Who you in the club with? Why you next to her?"
'Cause women are the wallpaper when I'm decoratin' Earth
What we not gon' do is talk about how you hurt
When you was online earlier talkin' 'bout your purse
All she did was twerk, what you doin' now is worse
Guess bein' in a relationship is like a gift and a curse
And I got the blueprint too, so excuse me, miss
The AP out, that's when the room get lit
And I maneuver through the club with the tool equipped
Put niggas on ice, you ain't met a nigga cool as this
So stop with all the receipts, 'cause the proof is this
I ain't even shoot my shot, I had two assists
And how rude is this, you went through my shit
You make a ass out of you and me, assumin' shit
I told you the truth, how you gon' tell me?
When I knew me longer than you, it's only been six months
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