Insecurities lyrics

by

TaTa


[Intro]
(Don't miss me, or it's gon' be, if it ain't me, damn baby)
Graah
(I'm in your city)
RiteorWrongKVH
(Why not one more time?)
(Why you need all my swag?)
(I needed to know, shorty)
Graah
Every opp shot, everything dead
Graah
41 shots to the head (Graah)

[Verse 1]
Only been two weeks, and I'm in too deep (In too deep)
Look in her eyes, I don't know what to see (Don't know what to see)
Like, I be telling myself that I love her, but I just love when that b*tch in my sheets (Damn)
Up all night I be stuck on her page (In her page)
If she knew, she would think I'm a creep (Think I'm weird)
And my knocker just like a computer, if that n*gga run up then I'm pressing delete (Grrt baow)
Evеry day I argue with my ex (On bro)
On bro, I don't be gеtting sleep (Like damn)
Like, how you f*ckin' with one of my opps
I went through her memories pressing delete (Pressing delete)
And that b*tch be actin' like a fan
All these other rapper n*ggas beef
When that b*tch left me, I was at my lowest
I pray to God me and her never speak, damn
[Bridge]
Huh
Grrt
Graah, graah
You only recognize official, n*gga
You only recognize official, n*gga
You know we got this sh*t out the mud
sh*t out the f*ckin' mud, n*gga
Send 41 shots
Never needed nothing from nobody, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas know what's up, n*gga
Never needed nothing from nobody
Damn
Yes
Yes
Graah
Every opp shot, everything dead (grrt)
41 shots to the head

[Verse 2]
Graah
Stuck in my head, I be high (Be high)
All this sh*t be racin' through my head (On bro)
And my new shorty just left for college, I think I'm breakin' up with that b*tch next (On bro)
Like, and I know her roommate a thotty (Thotty), and all of her friends is legs (On bro)
Like, that b*tch like boys and girls, like there's no way that she's not having sex (What?)
And I know I'm soundin' insecure, I'm not, I just know how these b*tches get (On bro, on bro)
And she be actin' like a fan too, on bro I be getting me fed (Huh)
I get this b*tch from Floss
She thinks she misses everything dead?
Damn, and I got this nice lil' b*tch from the Bronx, I'm boutta to put her to the test
Young-young n*gga, I'm really rich, I never needed a b*tch (huh)
Never believed in a b*tch, I might never put my seed in a b*tch, damn
Damn, damn, how you tell me you love me then switch?
All these b*tches, don't know who to pick
On my way to the top and it's happening quick
Like, she don't know that I know what she did, so she be thinkin' that she slick
I can never look at her the same, I look at her face and get sick (Like, damn)
And I caught feelings for this girl, she got money, and she type lit
Brown skin, type thick
f*ck these b*tches, I'm trying to get rich, damn
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