Yeah yeah it don't make sense, man she stay on my mind nigga it don't make sense
We got a different type of shit these nigga lame ass
That nigga said to shorty hurt him, where the pain at?
Big dawg stay burrowed with a raincoat, talking all that shit behind this nigga you can get ghost
She told me look up to the stars I said "oh there we go"
My nigga taking all them shrooms damn my nigga gone
He writing letters to his bitch but she still did him wrong
May god help a nigga man his soul stuck, so what I just need a minute need my soul touched
On duk, man I just walked in with she gon show up
These niggas think they get me I got plenty most of envy
I'm sticked up like the navy all my niggas going crazy my bad man all my niggas going brazy
She trying to shop at Fendi, he ain't going for that lady
I got soul ties to my dawgs we go dummy
That bitch can't be a hunny, she be with him for the money
That nigga way too toxic for her, she lovey dovey
She trying to strip a nigga title, she think she funny
For real that nigga said he need himself in a mill
He ain't going for that shit ain't with the thrills
She took a hunnid out his bank man she be ill
I need my shorty sing it to me like
That's how she gotta do it
On me I'm never trippin I can't go out that way
I got way more than a hunnid, all my niggas get paid
Four bands in the safe, the rest be in the bank, a nigga ain't trying to get jammed
They sayin' E what you doing?
Do what I can that nigga trippin way too hard, go get your mans