Talkin Bout Tink (Ft. G Herbo)

[Verse 1: Tink]
Where the fuck you been at?
You ain’t came to the crib in a minute
Sitting on the block while I’m looking at the clock
You ain’t thought about me
You done got so tied up with this street shit
You can’t even make time for a real bitch
The one that hold your weight when you’re working outta state
How you gonna play me?

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Look
And I ain’t even been up on the block
I’m tryna make it happen, girl, look at all my knots
And all the loud talking need to stop
You know you gonna be with me at the top
When them other bitches not
I gotta get this cake so I moved state to state
I ain’t called, baby, ain’t wanna rub it in your face
Tell five minute background stay up in his place
Just wait till I slide, he can say it to my face

[Verse 3: Tink]
Ain’t nobody in the background
Why you gotta be so petty
Heard you fucking on a bitch named Cheley
Heard you was all in her spot, giving her what I got
Man, I don’t even think that you hear me
When you was in the jail, I was writing them letters
Couldn’t make bail, I was stackin that cheddar
But you don’t even care, all you wanna do is play
All you really care about is what the guys gonna say