[Hook]
Had to send her ass home
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
Had to send her ass home
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
Had to send her ass home
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
Had to send her ass home (Had to send her ass home)
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
[Verse 1]
Bitch don't start, old car engine (Bitch don't start, old car, woah)
You know me, I'm not tripping (I'm not tripping)
So low key, I got bitches
They keep it G, no one's bullshitting
I'm so 23, on the bulls nigga
I'm trappin' myself, I'm asking the [?] my weed really smell
I got these beats for sale, I pray it keep me outta jail
These niggas really kill themselves, they think we guilty man life's just hard as hell
Your environment, can determine your faith (Can determine your faith)
Since my nigga Jay P died, dawg, I had to mix mixtapes (I mix to this day)
On the north, on the north, on the north, where a nigga been great
Roaming was a way
Rapping till my niggas 'bout the better days, I'm the weatherman
Had to send her ass home
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
Had to send her ass home
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
Had to send her ass home
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
Had to send her ass home (Had to send her ass home)
Caught her going through my phone
She was trying to see who been texting me
She been trying to see who been texting me
[Verse 1]
Bitch don't start, old car engine (Bitch don't start, old car, woah)
You know me, I'm not tripping (I'm not tripping)
So low key, I got bitches
They keep it G, no one's bullshitting
I'm so 23, on the bulls nigga
I'm trappin' myself, I'm asking the [?] my weed really smell
I got these beats for sale, I pray it keep me outta jail
These niggas really kill themselves, they think we guilty man life's just hard as hell
Your environment, can determine your faith (Can determine your faith)
Since my nigga Jay P died, dawg, I had to mix mixtapes (I mix to this day)
On the north, on the north, on the north, where a nigga been great
Roaming was a way
Rapping till my niggas 'bout the better days, I'm the weatherman
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