you hated them

[Intro]
Yeah (Hold on, 'bout to get throwed)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Niggas can't get inside, we inside (Woo)
My heart hurt less when I get fried (Woo)
This shit sum new you ain't felt (Woah)
Yeah, wake up in the morning, give belt (Woah)

[Chorus]
She bad, but she ain't on my level (Woah)
Yeah, it's a bullshit dispute, let's settle (Woah)
You 'posed to be mine, you 'posed to be pure
But we real deep in this shit, it's war (Woah)
Burberry linens on baby nem (My baby)
I played you them songs, you hated them (You hated)
You know that I miss you, you taunting me
I'm an expert in your autonomy
You lie through your teeth, I see it in your face (I see)
That shit don't work no more

[Verse]
I'm so sad, wish I was wrong 'cause now my bitch ass on the floor
And I ain't eat for days to come, I've been off opiates and benzos
Drugs are bad, kids, please don't try 'em
You my brother like Oogie and F1lthy, but bro, this bitch make me feel like dying
I don't got no choice, but to flex you now lil' ho, you knew shit would come sometime (Sometime)
I take a bitch from the country to the city, show her a new world, but don't cross that line (That line)
I'm at my show and these bitches showin' titties and they beggin' me to fuck, but I don't got time (No time)
I don't fuck with love 'cause it make me stupid, it's just like drugs, it'll kill you over time (Over time)
Yeah (Woah)
Yeah, I'm not tryna be someone I'm not, I'm not tryna do what's best for y'all (I'm not)
If it's smoke, c'mon, test the water
Sink your boat, put your ass to the bottom
New dope got me feelin' alive, new drank got me feelin' the vibe
Two of them, and they tryna ménage
Bronx ho' built like Nicki Minaj
I'm tryna give you everything that you asked for (I got), yeah, and more
I'm trying, I'm tryna give you everything that you need, so you don't gotta need no more (No more)
I want you to need me though, that's facts
Look in your eyes, I don't want sex (No sex)
You think they like you, you know that's cap (That's cap)
They just wanna fuck, they couldn't care less
I finna hop on my bag again
Block out the voices, block out the-, block out the-, block out the-
30's and drums, these toys, suppress the pistol so it don't make noise
We step on him, ya, I'm hell
I'm sorry for the shit we had, I killed

[Chorus]
She bad, but she ain't on my level (My level)
Yeah, it's a bullshit dispute, let's settle (Woah)
You 'posed to be mine, you 'posed to be pure
But we real deep in this shit, it's war (Woah)
Burberry linens on baby nem (My baby)
I played you them songs, you hated them (You hated)
You know that I miss you, you taunting me
I'm an expert in your autonomy
You lie through your teeth, I see it in your face (Your face)
That shit don't work no more, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah