​by my lonely / cantu

[Part 1 | Cantu]

[Hook]
Walk inside the crib, shawty what you tryna do
I got curls in my hair, yeah I'm rocking Cantu
And these niggas always talk, like the fuck you gon do
I've been smoking on this gas, feeling sicker than the flu

[Verse]
I've been going up
Same niggas talking down, tryna say wassup'
Yeah, I've been tired of this shit, I've had enough
I don't really need nothing, I just need a hug
Going through the motions
None of this shit makin' no sense
You not getting money, why you boasting
Niggas plotting on me be my close friends
I've been cruising down the street, I been coasting
How you gonna talk shit, then you wanna hit my phone
And you broke me, down, don't wanna atone
I been going through, a lot of shit on my own
Got a lot of shit, in the notes of my phone
How you gonna talk shit, then you wanna hit my phone
And you broke me, down, don't wanna atone
I been going through, a lot of shit on my own
Got a lot of shit, in the notes of my phone
Jumping out the plane with no parachute
I do not know what to do when I think of you
I been going through some tough shit, gotta get through
I've been singing on my mic cuz' that's all I can do
Don't, say that you do not spread lies
Singing all this shit all night
Feel alone on the inside
Solve my problems, I'll just cry
Don't, say that you do not spread lies
Singing all this shit all night
Feel alone on the inside
Solve my problems, I'll just cry

[Hook]
Walk inside the crib, shawty what you tryna do
I got curls in my hair, yeah I'm rocking Cantu
And these niggas always talk, like the fuck you gon do
I've been smoking on this gas, feeling sicker than the flu
Walk inside the crib, shawty what you tryna do
I got curls in my hair, yeah I'm rocking Cantu
And these niggas always talk, like the fuck you gon' do?
I've been smoking on this gas, feeling sicker than the flu

[Part 2 | By My Lonely]

[Hook]
Boy why you talking? Better watch your tone
I ain't Speaker Knockerz, but I got it by my lone-
-Ly, niggas talking, what you tryna say to me?
Got the muzzle on the choppa, shoot him, give him third degree
I've been getting all this bank, smoking gas, know it stank
Why you talking? You a lame, we gon' have to blow yo brain
Run his pockets, hit a stain, yeah you know we never lame
What's your set? Yeah what's your gang?
Nigga throw up what you claim

[Verse]
On the beat you know I snap, yeah, I am never wack
If a nigga sending shots, you know that we send em' back
317, that's my city, that's my state, that's what I rep
If you keep on talking down, my nigga, give your ass a nap, yeah
In the dirt, with your girl, I flirt
Spend 800, yeah, that's just for the shirt
Hit my DM, yeah, if you wanna work
I'm broken-hearted, yeah, I've only been hurt
Switch it up like the tempo, fucking with my mental
Send shots at his temple, this shit is not simple
Pop him like a pimple, my eyes, yeah they sinful
Getting up my money, yeah you know it go up tenfold
Switch it up like the tempo, fucking with my mental
Send shots at his temple, this shit is not simple
Pop him like a pimple, my eyes, yeah they sinful
Getting up my money, yeah you know it go up tenfold
Don't say we friends when you know that we not
I've been counting money, yeah I'm getting to the guap
Know my niggas proud of me, yeah, shout-out to my Pops
Hit me for the addy, yeah, come pull up to the spot

[Hook]
Boy why you talking? Better watch your tone
I ain't Speaker Knockerz, but I got it by my lone-
-Ly, niggas talking, what you tryna say to me?
Got the muzzle on the choppa, shoot him, give him third degree
I've been getting all this bank, smoking gas, know it stank
Why you talking? You a lame, we gon' have to blow yo' brain
Run his pockets, hit a stain, yeah you know we never lame
What's your set? Yeah what's your gang?
Nigga throw up what you claim