That was definitely not
The amount of rings it takes to go to voicemail
So, since you have banished me to voicemail
Fuck you
I hate, I hate
I hate talking on the phone
Man, I been grinding, on my shit
I been gone for way too long
But I'm done bragging 'bout my whip
I'm done bragging 'bout my hits
I'm done crying like a bitch
'Bout a failed relationship
That ended way too fucking long ago
To claim it's relevance
You know I'm on time
You know I'm on time
Uh, yeah
Got some things that's going down
You say that I never drive
So I pull up to your house
Know the future like Esco though
Had a bitch that's fucking up my credit though
But I paid it off
Girl, so fine when she take it off
Like a holiday
I got a whole ass classic on the way
And that's andale, but ain't on delay
Always keep a smile on her face
'Cause she fuck with me and they always do
If it [?] then it's always R.U.Z.E
That's me
And I don't want to miss your touch
I don't want to say too much
But you said that I say enough
You said that I say enough, yeah
Pussy so wet like I'm drowning in it
I just need to know what you into
Pussy so wet I been thinking 'bout it
You know that I'm dying to be with you
Tell me where the fuck you've been
'Cause you ain't picking up my calls, yeah
Tell me what the fuck you think
Are you thinking anything at all?
Loving these hos
Just ain't in love with these hos
They say that Three is a crowd
But Two is company though
You was a bump in the road on the highway to hell
My intentions are good, but you say you can't tell
Don't know if you're lying to me, or yourself
Forever and always, ring any bells
I need you to trust in me, yeah
Tell me what do you believe, uh
Don't run away, no
Yeah, ayy, uh
Loving these hos
Just ain't in love with these hos
They say that Three is a crowd
But Two is company though
You was a bump in the road on the highway to hell
My intentions are good, but you say you can't tell
Don't know if you're lying to me, or yourself
Forever and always, ring any bells
Ring! Me and you was a ting
Me and you had a world of our own
I dive and slide in it, it felt just like home
Now I'm young Macaulay, I'm home all alone
That hotline go blinging, I run to my phone
A notification I don't even know of
How childish of me to have made you a song
How foolish of you if this shit ever blow up
You know I'm on time, uh
And I don't want to miss your touch
I don't want to say too much
But you said that I say enough
You said that I say enough