Dont Wanna Talk About It

[Chorus]
Bitch, come through, come through (Desire)
Uh, steady count blues, count blues
Like, bitch, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (ha, ha)
Hey bitch, fuck you

[Post-Chorus]
Boutta turn up on a bitch
Boutta turn up on ya’ bitch
I be smokin gas out the zip
You won't catch Chase without the glick
Opp, fuck, get ‘em bitch
Swear to god I don’t want a bitch
I just want to get a real one, real one who gon ride for me
Just need a bitch that’s gon ride for me
Bitch you a fake, you a wannabe
I just be smokin that ganja
Ah, I feel like a rasta
Yeah, I feel like a rasta
2 Glocks out, grab the choppa
This bitch playing with me like lotto
Chasejuggz don’t wanna talk about it

[Verse]
Shawty was up on my body
But she don’t even wanna talk to me
Shit dont make sense to me
Shit dont make sense to me
Shit dont make sense to me
Shit dont make sense to me
Shit dont make sense to me
Shit dont make sense to me
You was laid up, won't text me
She hit me up with the hesi
I swear to God I wasn't even ready
Wasn't even ready
Bad bitch, eat me up like spaghetti
Got a Glock, who you testin’, yeah
I swear to God, bitch, I’ll test it out

[Chorus]
Bitch, come through, come through
Uh, steady count blues, count blues
Like, bitch, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (ha, ha)
Hey bitch, fuck you

[Post-Chorus]
Boutta turn up on a bitch
Boutta turn up on ya’ bitch
I be smokin gas out the zip
You won't catch Chase without the glick
Opp, fuck, get ‘em bitch
Swear to god I don’t want a bitch
I just want to get a real one, real one who gon ride for me
Just need a bitch that’s gon ride for me
Bitch you a fake, you a wannabe
I just be smokin that ganja
Ah, I feel like a rasta
Yeah, I feel like a rasta
2 Glocks out, grab the choppa
This bitch playing with me like lotto
Chasejuggz don’t wanna talk about it (Desire)