[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Now she trippy man, but I'm level
Telling me things that she prolly wouldn't tell you
Hair falling out of that bun and them heels is done
You gon' fall if you ain't careful bitch
In my ear screaming don't tell you shit
My niggas say you wanna be careful with
Now she crying like she don't even know I'm here
I'm tryna drive with the loss of motor skills
Got contacts in her phone to get her over me
Her eyes ain't red cause she crying over me
Talking so loud, reading me all her texts
Hallucinating, saying that I look like her ex
Lay down on that couch, it's cool you can stay
Can't move, I feed you teaspoons of that drank
I say fuck the bed and tablespoon if you freaky
From the way you opened up, I can tell that you easy
Say you lost your phone, need to look in my car
Talking 'bout you feel sick, Princess, don't start
And I lay your ass down in that pale moonlight
Whisper sweet nothings while we look up at the stars
You smoked a whole dub and popped three bars
And your tits ain't real so what that say 'bout your heart?
Picking a good girl, never been good at that
Need some pussy, more money, man I gotta Kat Stacks
Yea I told you nigga, your bitch'll slide up
Put my plug down her socket like she Terri Schiavo
My niggas in this bitch, squatted in the front
And my dick up in your bitch while she laying on her back
Phone not in her car, found it in her bag
Found hickeys on her neck, call that purple swag
Now she trippy man, but I'm level
Telling me things that she prolly wouldn't tell you
Hair falling out of that bun and them heels is done
You gon' fall if you ain't careful bitch
In my ear screaming don't tell you shit
My niggas say you wanna be careful with
Now she crying like she don't even know I'm here
I'm tryna drive with the loss of motor skills
Got contacts in her phone to get her over me
Her eyes ain't red cause she crying over me
Talking so loud, reading me all her texts
Hallucinating, saying that I look like her ex
Lay down on that couch, it's cool you can stay
Can't move, I feed you teaspoons of that drank
I say fuck the bed and tablespoon if you freaky
From the way you opened up, I can tell that you easy
Say you lost your phone, need to look in my car
Talking 'bout you feel sick, Princess, don't start
And I lay your ass down in that pale moonlight
Whisper sweet nothings while we look up at the stars
You smoked a whole dub and popped three bars
And your tits ain't real so what that say 'bout your heart?
Picking a good girl, never been good at that
Need some pussy, more money, man I gotta Kat Stacks
Yea I told you nigga, your bitch'll slide up
Put my plug down her socket like she Terri Schiavo
My niggas in this bitch, squatted in the front
And my dick up in your bitch while she laying on her back
Phone not in her car, found it in her bag
Found hickeys on her neck, call that purple swag
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