TextNDelete´d

[Verse]
You’re calling me out on the socials, you know that I’m anti social
If you gotta problem, bae let’s get vocal
I wanna love you, but I can’t hold you
I always tell you that I’m here, I always tell you that I care
I made you well aware, you new I was there
Stressing for what, lemme play in yo hair
Wherever you’re headed it’s making me scared
You ain’t like those other niggas that you kick it with
Bae you know you different
My baby gon step on shit
Come down I’m respected
Tatted on my breast’s
They mad that I’m not sharing it
I could never spare it
Pulled up in a carriage
Bae let’s go get married
Sunday night with cherries
Diamond ring with karats
Tell me bout your merit
Tell me where you’re headed
Tell me where your head is
I got a money fetish, baby I’m addicted
Straight hundreds, no fifties
Spent 350 on my neckpiece
My spent a band on my next piece
No I can’t go on that trip to Miami
Don’t give a fuck bout your gang or your family
I bring that dough in like every week
He want the smoke but the smoke never free
Ride round the camera I’m pushing them P’s
You doing too much, you supposed to be my peace
In your eyes I’m wicked witch of the east
In your eyes your beauty bae I’m the beast
Arguments every time that we speak
It’s getting old, I think that we peaked
Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
B-Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
I hit your phone & I text & delete it
Sometimes I say things without any meaning
Sometimes I say things without even thinking
Texted you drunk what the fuck was I thinking
Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
B-Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
I hit your phone & I text & delete it
Sometimes I say things without any meaning
Sometimes I say things without even thinking
Texted you drunk what the fuck was I thinking

[Outro]

I got a money fetish, baby I’m addicted
Straight hundreds, no fifties
Spent 350 on my neck piece
My spent a band on my next piece
No I can’t go on that trip to Miami
Don’t give a fuck bout your gang or your family
I bring that dough in like every week
He want the smoke but the smoke never free
Ride round the camera I’m pushing them P’s
You doing too much, you supposed to be my peace
In your eyes I’m wicked witch of the east
In your eyes your beauty bae I’m the beast
Arguments every time that we speak
It’s getting old, I think that we peaked
Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
B-Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
I hit your phone & I text & delete it
Sometimes I say things without any meaning
Sometimes I say things without even thinking
Texted you drunk what the fuck was I thinking
Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
B-Blocked you on everything I can’t repeat it
I hit your phone & I text & delete it
Sometimes I say things without any meaning
Sometimes I say things without even thinking
Texted you drunk what the fuck was I thinking