For You

[Intro]
Yeah, I wrote this song for you, SOS can't pick up phones for you
You fucked my brother too, but I can't blame you, that's what hoes'll do
She tried to come back to me, I won't fuck again, she overthrew

[Verse]
Yeah, wrote this song for you, SOS can't pick up phones for you
You fucked my brother too, but I can't blame you, that's what hoes'll do
She tried to come back to me, I won't fuck again, she overthrew
Pops told me, sign my deal, the wind ain't holding you
Trying to show her a new way of living, Escalade—what the fuck, are they renting?
New York, they got the bougiest bitches, RT Charger, it's five percent tinted
I know you want me to hit the phone, but I'm out here spinning
Out all night running lights, tryna catch me a life, fuck niggas know that we winning
I tried to pray up to God, but he never was answering, nigga, I always been sinning
You can come be with the winners, lil' bae, let me hit from the front, let me see your face while I'm in it
I know you gon' hit the phone, but I ain't been bae in a minute
We was tryna score for the pape, do his ass with the Drake, hit his face when we spinning
I know you want me in the crib, bed got colder now
Treat me like a kid, 'cause what I did, oh, you got bolder now
Know I'm a demon child, get wild, I won't even blow it
Need your love, pray to God up above for hers, I'll get to show it

Yeah, wrote this song for you, SOS can't pick up phones for you
You fucked my brother too, but I can't blame you, that's what hoes'll do
She tried to come back to me, I won't fuck again, she overthrew
Pops told me, sign my deal, the wind ain't holding you
Trying to show her a new way of living, Escalade—what the fuck, are they renting?
New York, they got the bougiest bitches, RT Charger, it's five percent tinted
I know you want me to hit the phone, but I'm out here spinning
Out all night running lights, tryna catch me a life, fuck niggas know that we winning
I tried to pray up to God, but he never was answering, nigga, I always been sinning
You can come be with the winners, lil' bae, let me hit from the front, let me see your face while I'm in it
I know you gon' hit the phone, but I ain't been bae in a minute
We was tryna score for the pape, do his ass with the Drake, hit his face when we spinning
I know you want me in the crib, bed got colder now
Treat me like a kid, 'cause what I did, oh, you got bolder now
Know I'm a demon child, get wild, I won't even blow it
Need your love, pray to God up above for hers, I'll get to show it

[Outro]
I tried to pray up to God, but he never was answering, nigga, I always was sinning