You called my phone and told me anything
Everything you ever told me I told no one
It's wewantwraiths, I don't do wedding rings
If anything the only ring is when your phone buzzing
That's why I left when you said hold on
Hold up, I guess that I'm the immature one
I'm like the artist with the hoodie on, what's love?
Let me put that shit in a slow song
Nobody has to know that me and you fuck
Nobody has to know that I give it to you raw
You became a star when you came inside the Wraith, girl
Giving me fellatio, I'm pushing her to start
All of her brothers were gangsters
The boy she loved was a driller
You can tell she love badman
Her favourite uncle a killer
She don't give out her number
Don't even gossip to women
She won't go to no party unless she roll with her nigga
I pulled up in a Culli', but left her arse in a Urus
I made it pop for my city, give me the love, I deserve it
I would never be a hero for these hoes
Know niggas that went down to zero to please hoes
You called my phone and told me anything
Everything you ever told me I told no one
It's wewantwraiths, I don't do wedding rings
If anything the only ring is when your phone buzzing
That's why I left when you said hold on
Hold up, I guess that I'm the immature one
I'm like the artist with the hoodie on, what's love?
Let me put that shit in a slow song
Let you witness the litness
Have you crying while you get over me
I know you tell all your friends you like the sober me
I kept a distance, slow down, can you control for me?
Need you right now, slow wine, do it all over
Switching positions seven times, feeling like Tory Lanez
You say that I'm playing, but I don't know these games
It's the same old games
I guess that these hoes won't change
What's love gon' do for me?
I know it's for you
But you in this alone
What's love gon' do for me?
I know it's for you
But you in this alone
You called my phone and told me anything
Everything you ever told me I told no one
It's wewantwraiths, I don't do wedding rings
If anything the only ring is when your phone buzzing
That's why I left when you said hold on
Hold up, I guess that I'm the immature one
I'm like the artist with the hoodie on, what's love?
Let me put that shit in a slow song