Drive thru in the telly, hand gripped on your shawty
Shawty say she really love me, I don't love her, I'm just talking
Then I get to overthinking, but I got a reason
Show me what you really thinking
No baby I ain't simping, I ain't stressing, I'm not fiending
Baby I'm cool, hop in the coupe, ain't fucking with you
Baby I'm sorry but it's over now
You wanna come back, you look like a clown
Gather focus on the bank route
I ain't a dummy and you know
She love it when I hit the high notes
Back to the facts, look at where we started
Can't love no bitch, I'm not open-hearted
She gon call me back, or a Snap, or a text back
Look at my soul all you're seeing is all black
Meaning I'm empty, tempting
Don't hit me up if you know you gon' stress me
Maybe I will take you back and I'll stab you in yours
Now you're looking at your reflection
Yeah
Don't be so defensive
Don't call my phone ain't no bothering texting
Baby I'm not gonna answer
I'll be a dummy to give her a chancer
That new nigga ain't like me get your mans burnt
Hit from the back now I'm pulling my pants up
No I can't stress no hoe, no I can't stress no hoe
Shawty been tweaking, I got a reason
Lemme tell you my reason
If I'm being honest you was never decent
You hitting my phone all up on that weak shit
I can't show you sympathy
Now you be telling your friends that you're feeling me
Now it's said and done
Drive thru in the telly, hand gripped on your shawty
Shawty say she really love me, I don't love her, I'm just talking
Then I get to overthinking, but I got a reason
Show me what you really thinking
No baby I ain't simping, I ain't stressing, I'm not fiending
Baby I'm cool, hop in the coupe, ain't fucking with you
Baby I'm sorry but it's over now
You wanna come back, you look like a clown
Gather focus on the bank route
I ain't a dummy and you know
She love it when I hit the high notes