She Bonnie, I ain't Clyde though I'm far from that, nigga But shit, shawty gutta though, she know how to die 'bout it But look, check this out, though Haha, bae, you can't I know, but you can't do that like that though You can't do that to 'em (It's Budda Beats)
I need someone to hold me down, so what's happenin'? Admit I don't know how to love 'fore you chance it You got some shit you wanna see, so we gon' grab it I left my heart out in them streets, we steady taxin' I won't say a thing 'cause I got bitches on the low And we don't need no ring ain't play yo' part and that I know Bitch, I'm in the paint, wit' beaucoup burners on the flo' Startin' to love this pain, now, bitch I'm 'bout to go up flo' I had brought you to the clique house when we left out the bottom You say yo' ex stayed in Br and I asked you "What's the problem? " I'll never let 'em hurt you, I put that on this choppa Circle K right there on Coursey it went down when I caught 'em We been talkin' to each other at the house while standin' by the lake You say that you love me, ain't respond 'cause I don't know what that mean Catchin' plays together, make that drop and you gon' hold the beam Beat that pussy up and have you screamin' "Please don't never leave" I been roamin' round them trenches where they don't show no love And where you gotta watch them niggas the ones give you a hug Yo' bitch portray you for a name you thought she was yo' girl? You let 'em get a taste of fame and they hangin' they self I'ma let you hang yo' self, 'cause you lose me Tell me, how the fuck you care, if you lose me? Tell me it ain't nothin' left, 'cause I know and that I see Tell me that ain't nothing left, baby, use me We them, how we rockin' Bet yo' mama never met a thug Diamonds in the top and through the bottom we done ran it up Let you drive the whip while I go score and run off on the plug Hop out wit' that stick and let it rip soon as I hit the cut
To the ones I was aggressive to, just know that I love you To the ones I don't fuck wit', nigga just know that it's fuck you To the ones that think it's over it ain't long 'til we touch you Suicidal, kamikaze, bitch, forever I'm thuggin' You lose me, why you use me? Yeah, ah-ah-ah I'ma let you hang yo' self, tell me, how the fuck you care? Tell me it ain't nothin' left, tell me it ain't nothin' left
Compositor: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Youngboy Never Broke Again) ECAD: Obra #31298686