Cece lyrics

[Intro]
(So don't call this number anymore)
('Cause I won't be there for you like I was before)
(I should have listened to my friends)
(They always know best)
(They said you were just like all the rest, so)
(I'll sing it loud in case you don't already know)
(Aye, Twix you got a hit)
(Pack up your sh*t and)

[Verse 1]
Huh
They askin' where I been, I'm focused on myself, I had to leave you in the wind
My crodie hit me on the phone, he crashin' out, he tryna spin
I got mob ties, n*gga, f*ck with me, they hit your lip
And I ain't see these b*tches last year, now they on the kid
Trappin' on the strip, I [?], I swear to God, I don't need a di*k
I had no food up in my fridge, now I got Dior on the kicks
I had to get it in, n*ggas never threw an assist

[Chorus]
Huh
She want me to drip her in CCs
Say that I'm a cheater, talkin' bout how she gon' leave me
Was on the grind for Only Pros, they didn't see me
She tryna find another me, I know I'm one of one
My cro just did a drill, you on a roll, you need another gun
I'm on the grind, you know I'm workin', got it out the mud
Got my brodie doin' seasons, cause they caught him with another gun
I'm tryna save and build an empire, n*gga, you understand
I got this sh*t all by myself, a n*gga ain't no helpin' hand
I seen the realest n*ggas f*ck around and take the stand
So I can never trust a friend
They smile up in your face, but I know these n*ggas pretend
[Verse 2]
Huh
n*gga, I been through trials and losses
n*ggas really plottin', gotta watch for who your dog is
Turn up all my profit in my pocket, see that dog sh*t
I'm up in the trap, I have to whip it 'fore I lock it
f*ck with one up in the head, they tryna get me, I'm a target
Got my name up in they mouth, n*gga, I'm the main topic
Took a loss OT to the streets, had to charge it
My mom hit my phone, told me get a job, but I'm OT sellin' dog
And you ain't tryna hop in the car, n*gga, what you on?
I'm tryna show this b*tch the game, I'm tryna put her on
You see me with a pack today, tomorrow get it gon (Huh)
Huh, She want me to drip her in CCs
Say that I'm a cheater, talking bout how she gon' leave me
Was on the grind for Only Pros, they didn't see me
Got b*tches sittin' on the man
I'm a pin up the seat, I've got no color, so it's time
I'm with my crodie, we gon' spray, shootin' sh*t all on your mans
And I can show you how to trap, really how to flip a pack
I'm gettin' to the bands, they askin' why I move like that

[Chorus]
Huh
She want me to drip her in CCs
Say that I'm a cheater, talkin' bout how she gon' leave me
Was on the grind for Only Pros, they didn't see me
She tryna find another me, I know I'm one of one
My cro just did a drill, you on a roll, you need another gun
I'm on the grind, you know I'm workin', got it out the mud
Got my brodie doin' seasons, cause they caught him with another gun
I'm tryna save and build an empire, n*gga, you understand
I got this sh*t all by myself, a n*gga ain't no helpin' hand
I seen the realest n*ggas f*ck around and take the stand
So I can never trust a friend
They smile up in your face, but I know these n*ggas pretend