Swear to God, I
Love is a choosing game
I know, you know, you know
And I must like choosing pain
Cause I know, I know
You got
Way too many
Way too many
Way too many hoes
And you put
Way too many
Way too many
Way too many walls
But I still
But I still, I still
I'll still pop some shit off for you
You know I will, I will
I'll still pop my shit off bout you
I'm your nigga still, So I will
I will pop some shit off
So please stay right up in your lane
Don't care what they say, you still my baby
Oh na, na, na
And if I stay, I know they might say
I'm "Insecure" like Iss-a
But you just get me
Know You got
Way too many
Way too many
Way too many hoes
And you put
Way too many
Way too many
Way too many walls
But I still
But I still, I still really will
I'll still pop some shit off for you
I'm your nigga still
So I will
I'll still pop my shit off bout you
I will, I will
I really will
I'll still pop my shit
Yeah pop that, pop that like a toolie
I don't play about my Woodie
Not no gangster but don't push me
Go to war bout that pussy
I know shit look pretty looney
But looney looks pretty to me
'Specially if you got oochie, goochie
Squeaky-ky-ky-ky
I will, I will, I will
I'll still pop my shit off bout you
I will, I will
I'll still pop my shit off for
I don't play about my hitter
I don't
Don't make me pull the trigger