Treat You Wrong

How Bout Now (x3)
You think I treat you wrong
How Bout Now (x3)

(Verse 1)
I'm a young nigga out the 9-5-skrilla
Gotta lot of hoes like I'm Bryson Tiller
Running w. that pack like I'm Braxton Miller
Touching on that cat but ain't got no whiskers
She cheated on me so I fucked her sister
Said it's all mine so you know I blitzed her
Yea yea, I'm that nigga
Imma fuck her like I missed her

(Chorus)
Think I treat you wrong
How bout now
You think I treat you wrong
How bout now(x3)
You think I treat you wrong
How bout now

(Verse 2)
I got a lot of hoes
I dunk her then I alley-hoop her to my woes
My mouth shining hard cuz its real gold
I like my money fast she moving too slow
My tank full engine on go
Used to be that nigga walking to the corner store
I done sold Dro
I done sold Blow
Ever since a younging all I wanted was a bank roll
Hoes gon flock when ya on
Don't kill my vibe when I'm in my zone
-Married to the money can't wife no shone
Shorty was a good girl now she actually getting grown- (x2)
Sticks and stones gon hurt her bones
It will hurt way more if I leave her alone

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Cheat on me Imma cheat on you
That's just what I do
Play w. my heart imma play w. yours too
Must of thought I was Frankie the fool
I been on everything but keeping it cool
But when the time come Imma leave you
Kick rocks lil thot, Thats a bop
All these hoes on my cock
Got them addicted like they on flock
I remember I was a broke waiting at the bus stop
Now I pull up in a foreign car
I was down bad
Shorty thought I fell off
Tried to play a nigga
Tried to fuck with my dog
Turned me to a dog
Knocking pictures off the wall & ignoring her calls

Chorus