It's kinda crazy that we beef and I got love for your sister But I bet someone count money up so my hand get a blister And I been thinkin' bout stealing your heart but I'm still iffy And we been fuckin' from the start but now this shit feel different I know you're tired of hearin' me talk but bae I need you to listen You started all this shit from none like Kyle Reynolds and this shit, yeah

I'm talking about that other boy, and that other boy, and that other boy, and that other boy too Real ones know my body, I'm not talking to you If you a fuckboy then feel hit, I'm talking to you Turn the vert into a lingerie, I'm sick of the roof You copy everything I do, no boy, I'm sick of you too

[Music] [Music]

She my bitch told me she would never leave Now she on another team Saw my pain it made me teet Never been the one to grieve Naked bitches on my feet I don't like her let she mean Stress is on fuck with people Blaming on the shit I seen Hey family watching my full saber While she was pregnant with dude baby But it was no full saber Whole lot of green shit Trying to shake my

Drop a tape for the skews, they say yes it drop Fuckin' your man, the nigga Take out your head, push hard, she can make it I don't care for that internet shit, no part We just lost a whole boat to the coast guard Bitch, she been is out, took all my feelings out Been a giant, but I'm a little bigger now Feelin' eight, no more workin' to get 'em out In Conito, I can't let 'em figure out Drop a tape for the skews, they say yes it drop

It's kinda crazy that we beef and I got love for your sister But I bet someone count money up so my hand get a blister And I been thinkin' bout stealing your heart but I'm still iffy And we been fuckin' from the start but now this shit feel different I know you're tired of hearin' me talk but bae I need you to listen You started all this shit from none like Kyle Reynolds and this shit, yeah

I'm talking about that other boy, and that other boy, and that other boy, and that other boy too Real ones know my body, I'm not talking to you If you a fuckboy then feel hit, I'm talking to you Turn the vert into a lingerie, I'm sick of the roof You copy everything I do, no boy, I'm sick of you too

[Music] [Music]

She my bitch told me she would never leave Now she on another team Saw my pain it made me teet Never been the one to grieve Naked bitches on my feet I don't like her let she mean Stress is on fuck with people Blaming on the shit I seen Hey family watching my full saber While she was pregnant with dude baby But it was no full saber Whole lot of green shit Trying to shake my

Drop a tape for the skews, they say yes it drop Fuckin' your man, the nigga Take out your head, push hard, she can make it I don't care for that internet shit, no part We just lost a whole boat to the coast guard Bitch, she been is out, took all my feelings out Been a giant, but I'm a little bigger now Feelin' eight, no more workin' to get 'em out In Conito, I can't let 'em figure out Drop a tape for the skews, they say yes it drop