Sometimes I wanna leave they don't understand
All I see is greed how the f*ck you my mans?
And b*tch you ain't my friend if we aint wear the same pants
Im bout to take off this n*gga top I cant trust him
Sitting right behind this n*gga should I buss him
Paint pictures in my head I see the n*gga bloody
Paint pictures in my head I know this sh*t disgusting
I kept it solid if you can't do the same well f*ck you
I'm racing to this cash and b*tch im tryna dust you
I feel like that my soul burning just like Usher
N*gga talk crazy dip off in his sh*t like mustard
I was riding the bus thinking when imma get my own car
Get where I need to be I swear I aint making no stops
Betrayal that's that sh*t that make a n*gga soul stop
Like I forgot my underwear im ridin with that pole out
Smokin weed real depressed b*tch it's cold here
That p*ssy bald head she got them toes out
Every time i'm riding in some bullsh*t the h*es out
That's just how the world work it don't go yo way
I gotta go my own way
I aint have no motherf*ckin ride had to take the long way
Wasn't nobody in my corner I took the strong way
Put a hole in his chest he got his soul ate
They trynna eat a n*gga soul
Imma fight back like ichigo I can't go
I didn't know how to whip dope
So I robbed the stores
Like Jody off of Baby Boy I was selling clothes
I can be yo Jody you can be my Yvette
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public make these lil b*tches mad
Aye aye aye aye aye yaaa
Like Jody off of Baby Boy i'm arguing with my BM
Every time she find that phone she trynna check that dm
Them b*tches acting like they know me but I never seen em
I'm just booling like a turtle but she think i'm cheating
She say her p*ssy Lamborghini and them b*tches Kia
I need a b*tch that's gon slide just like Rukia
I can make that ass grow ch ch ch chia
She poppin pills getting freaky told the b*tch to chill
Like Yvette lu baby trynna sniff my d*ck
She say I f*ck real good and i'm the one that made her thick
She gone make them tacos and we gone get it in
While she make them tacos imma put it in yea
They trynna eat a n*gga soul
Imma fight back like Ichigo I can't go
I didn't know how to whip dope
So I robbed the stores
Like Jody off of Baby Boy I was selling clothes
I can be yo Jody you can be my Yvette
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public make these lil b*tches mad
Aye aye aye aye aye yaa