Bad Decisions Ransom (Ft. Rome)

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Why a man gotta feel like this?
Compelled to fuck with all of the hoes
When I know it ain't real like this (nah)
Send me a pic in my DM
But I know it ain't real life shit (not at all)
Sayin' that we could just be friends
But you know I don't believe that shit (ah huh)
She wanna get up on the weekend
Three friends, and they all gon' strip (yeah)
We all gon' sip (yeah)
Couple of xans popped, we all gon' trip (pop)
Hope you plan not to record this shit
How could ya man not be appalled by this? (How?)
You're damn near butt naked in all your pics, girl
You're damn near look rich in all your pics, girl
(Girl, girl, girl)
Niggas doin' dirt, lookin' for grass so green (green)
You don't care because that ass so mean (mean)
Risk it all to look pass your queen
For a dream girl who never had no dreams (yeah)
Man, it's temptin', like I dreamt it (wow)
Said I'm hood type, I thought she meant it (yeah)
I'm not offended that she pretended
To be someone that we all resented (ha)
I damn near paid for like half your trips, girl
I damn near paid for those ass and hips, girl
(Girl, girl, girl)
No confessin', no dumb questions
No drunk textin', I'm done stressin'
No blood leakin', no grudge keepin'
No sub tweetin', I'm done speakin'
Why search low for your biggest high?
Your profile is your biggest lie
Just a side nigga with a side bitch
That'll never stay by any nigga's side, that's real