I'ma play it at night, girls ringin' my phone
I can't sleep at night, 'cause I don't like to sleep alone
When I was high, think I sat down, I had a real talk with my demons
She's a real bitch, you know why?
'Cause she told me she don't really need me
I pour that shit in my Fanta
I was runnin' through Atlanta
I can't trust her she a dancer
I can't trust a scammer
don't got no manners
Don't give a fuck where your man is
Don't wanna pose for no cameras
And I flew that bitch out like I planned it
Bad lil bitch got flewed out
I just took another one I'm on the moon now
Diamonds on me wet like a pool now
Way too hot, gotta cool down
She a bad little bitch got flewed out, hey
She a bad little bitch got flewed out, hey
Bad lil bitch got flewed out
I just took another one I'm on the moon now, yeah
Way too hot, gotta cool down
Flewed out, hey
Lied to myself again, would you believe
Said I was only fuckin with the weed
But I'm gettin' playa numbers on the keys
And they payin' 40 for a beat
That nigga dope but
I point at the platinum blonde color tree
Ain't with the touchin' I'ma go to squeezin'
Don't like the I'ma go to bleachin'
Racks in my pants left with a scratch
Called a gang of hoes,
Text from your ex, sent me the at
, served like a match
like tennis
On the internet, quick metaphor, men back and forth
Basketball pressure quarter like fourth
Hotel outside the door
Please leave your phone so you can't record
Not that I don't trust you shit so disgusting when you disgruntle
informal when you get bored
Pull your hair, fuckin' til you get sore
Spanish,