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[Verse 1]
If I, if I ever need your love
(Would you) Would you write me out like I'm see through?
You don't see me, uh, woah
(I don't give a fuck) I don't give a fuck how you feeling now
She wanna talk to me real crazy, I'm like, "Hold up" (Like, hold up)
Yeah, she hit my phone like, "Hey, what's up?"
I don't give a fuck what she want, want
She think she on shit, what's up with her?
I'm on the top floor looking for her
Now she wanna talk like, "What's up?"
I just beat the pussy all up
Niggas was tryna hate, I'm like, "What’s up?"
Why everytime they tryna— hold up
I was really just tryna go up, up

[Bridge]
I just want real bitches back, I just want real niggas back
I was coolin' in the back, they was shootin', shootin', shootin'
What the fuck I even do? It was all on you
They never gave a fuck, it was all on you
You know, I got the racks on me
She going crazy on my dick, like, woah, woah
But these bitches gonna hate on me
But these niggas gonna hate on—
But these bitches hate on me, they hate on me
What's the trade off? What the trade off? Which one to trade on?
She ask me, "What's the trade off?"

[Verse 2]
Niggas hating on me 'cause I'm trying
I dont give a fuck about these niggas, please come try me
Your bitches said she wanna try me, come ride me
I've been tryna get my shit off for a minute, though
Is your shit original?
I wanna tryna stay up in my lane, yeah, forever, though
You don't think the same 'bout yourself
What do you try to get better, though?
What the fuck you even on?
Boy, gon' send some bullshit, then gon' claim it as your own
Most of y'all niggas y'all got sons, y'all ain't gonna claim it as your own
Y'all niggas my sons, I'ma claim you as my own
I don't— I don't give a fuck what these fake niggas be on
Please don't send me no bullshit, and ask, "Can you please be on my song?"
I was fucked up in the crib, I was rocking Comme des Garçons