Used To

[Chorus]
Versace, it's fitted
Getting that money, niggas would not get it
Came from the bottom now I'm back up winning
She using my slang, she my lil' mini
Ok I admit it
I'm moving to cities
I ain't seen my niggas it's been a lil' minute
Out of my niggas, they know I'm the Realest
Got hurt so bad that shit still healing
I love that girl, but I think that she hate me
This gotta be a prank no way she wanna date me
I'm used to bein played, I know she gonna break me
Erase me, I can't trust no love this shit been faking, erasing

[Verse 1]
Whats the plan man?
Percs got me, don't know what you saying, man
All these niggas some fucking fans, man
Choppa gone give him a tan, man
I'm the real fucking dirty dan, man
Cook these niggas with the same pan, man
Tired of giving these hoes a chance, man
I get played and blame it on the man, man
Ima shoot a lil' Uzi in this hoe
I might bring out Lil Uzi at show
Lil Beezy been getting that dough
Told everyone "Leave me alone"
These niggas been watching they tone
They don't wanna be slapped with a phone
Rockin' V's I'm rockin' the 'Lone
So fly I feel like a drone
Yeah, I got her some Gucci
That bitch want me to fuck on her coochie
I been shooting at niggas like movies
I been shooting that lil' fucking Uzi
Yeah, what red light?, I'm not Toosii
I might shoot this toolie
All these niggas fruity
They been riding smoothly like what?

[Chorus]
Versace, it's fitted
Getting that money, niggas would not get it
Came from the bottom now I'm back up winning
She using my slang, she my lil' mini
Ok I admit it
I'm moving to cities
I ain't seen my niggas it's been a lil' minute
Out of my niggas, they know I'm the Realest
Got hurt so bad that shit still healing
I love that girl, but I think that she hate me
This gotta be a prank no way she wanna date me
I'm used to bein played, I know she gonna break me
Erase me, I can't trust no love this shit been faking, erasing

[Verse 2]
Countin' this money, yeah, I'm countin' these checks
Countin' my money, yeah I gotta go flex
I can't fuck wit' that lil' bitch man, all shе want is just some sex
Doin' all that talkin', I might put a cut through your neck
I loved that girl too much, but really she just want another ex
I see you talking migo, but you never take off
Just met that lil' bitch and she want her clothes off
Just pulled up to the gram, niggas on that shit talk
All these bitch niggas lame, all them on that sweet stalk
Oh that nigga keep playin? Take his damn face off
All them days that I stressed, it's finally paid off
She treated my feelings like the damn playoffs
I ain't like that nigga, told his ass to fuck off
Why, why is he not dead?
Why, why don't I have his head?
Why, why don't I see some red?
Why, why he not in his death bed?

[Chorus]
Versace, it's fitted
Getting that money, niggas would not get it
Came from the bottom now I'm back up winning
She using my slang, she my lil' mini
Ok I admit it
I'm moving to cities
I ain't seen my niggas it's been a lil' minute
Out of my niggas, they know I'm the Realest
Got hurt so bad that shit still healing
I love that girl, but I think that she hate me
This gotta be a prank no way she wanna date me
I'm used to bein played, I know she gonna break me
Erase me, I can't trust no love this shit been faking, erasing