Shameless lyrics

[Chorus]
Tryna make a come up off my name
The love we had don't feel the same
I went straight to the bag, b*tch
This new coupe, doin' the dash in
Just throw my heart away while you're at it
Won't tell you again, I'm not beggin'
Spilled codeine on my b*tch Celine, she mad at me, yeah
I'm ridin' a wave to my own lane, you can't walk with us
He got put in a box, his homeboys gassed him up
Be puttin' upside-down crosses on our double cups
Take it how you wanna, uh, that's the sh*t I like, boo
I think that I like you, got blood all over my shoes
Yeah, you a lil' dirty b*tch, how you got a attitude?
This clip a lil' dirty b*tch, it's got a few bodies, hm
It's 2 a.m., told 'em to punch me in
This dumb ho spilled my lean all on my jeans
I just hopped on a private plane on my way to a private island, damn
My shooters fly as f*ck, killin' n*ggas in designer, uh, yeah
Racks on the floor, racks on your head, send a n*gga ass above

[Verse]
You ain't even know my energy, girl, tell me what you want
I know how you feel, saw you on the porch, I been outside
Diamonds wet like Ocean Spray
I done f*cked too many famous hoes, but I ain't gon' say they names
Don't you get too comfortable, lil' mama, yeah
I cannot control these hoes that's tattin' me on they body, yeah
Tryna force me to have sex with you, you ain't got respect for yourself
I'ma just fall back, you need help
If you feel like this about you, oh well
Livin' in a cycle, I play it well
[Chorus]
Tryna make a come up off my name
The love we had don't feel the same
I went straight to the bag, b*tch
This new coupe, doin' the dash in
Just throw my heart away while you're at it
Won't tell you again, I'm not beggin'
Spilled codeine on my b*tch Celine, she mad at me, yeah
I'm ridin' a wave to my own lane, you can't walk with us
He got put in a box, his homeboys gassed him up
Be puttin' upside-down crosses on our double cups
Take it how you wanna, uh, that's the sh*t I like, boo
I think that I like you, got blood all over my shoes
Yeah, you a lil' dirty b*tch, how you got a attitude?
This clip a lil' dirty b*tch, it's got a few bodies, hm
It's 2 a.m., told 'em to punch me in
This dumb ho spilled my lean all on my jeans
I just hopped on a private plane on my way to a private island, damn
My shooters fly as f*ck, killin' n*ggas in designer, uh, yeah
Racks on the floor, racks on your head, send a n*gga ass above