Senta the artist (get it right)
Uh yea
I thought you was real (I did)
But you be off of the pills (pill popping)
And I be off of the sh*ts too ( I do too)
So how we really feel? (How we feel)
Was it just the drugs? (Was it)
Or is it real love?(I don’t think so)
I ask the same question every time knowing I don’t really give a f*ck(swear I don’t give a f*ck)
Man f*ck a n*gga(f*ck em)
I don’t really need a thug nah (I don’t)
I ain’t ever gon want nobody cause I don’t believe in love don’t believe in marriage either so you can get off your knees
Oh you say you loving me(stop lying)
n*gga please
You capping can’t buy my love cause I’m taxing
Im classic with a whole lot of bad b*tch
She ratchet and her face structure tragic
That’s what these n*ggas want so I’m staying on my own
All by my lonely cause only b*tch n*ggas want me
And I don’t want nun of these b*tches
So I be chilling with the homies
Ima do it on my own I don’t need a n*gga cause I keep it on me
Coming with a different tone cause my last n*gga was a phonie
(fake ass)
Back then I coulda sworn I was in love
Got off the drugs now I don’t really give a f*ck
Looked at that n*gga like he was ugly as f*ck(b*tch you was ugly)
Aye when it’s over man I swear it’s really done
Got another self before you love anyone
People quick to deceive you that’s why you gotta keep a gun
My head is filled with madness I can not trust anyone
I feel like they trying to get me but I am not going to run
Ima take this sh*t head on bullet landing right in my dome
But I promise to see the throne I’m okay with dying alone
I hate when n*ggas call my phone i never ask them what they want cause I don’t really care to know you a hoe
Why the f*ck are you calling my phone leave me alone these n*ggas just tryna get on
Say they f*ck with me but really they don’t thats why I’m doing this sh*t on my own thought I could ride with the n*gga I couldn’t
Every b*tch he f*cked with he shouldn’t
I got the cake and these b*tches is pudding
You layed with these soft hoes and end up with nothing
But f*ck it I’m turning nothing into something