I see these haters looking at me like I I owe them something You looking bad I I prolly throw you something I I see you flexing with that money and I I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

Just so you know I I oh Just so you know I I was thinking of you I I didn't mean to get physical But when he pulled in and revved it up I I said you call that a pickup truck And in the moonlight I I throwed him down A kicking, screaming, a rolling around A little

All we are is broken glass Thrown to the floor we were never meant to last And all we are are empty shells Try to pick us up you’re gonna cut yourself We didn’t know it couldn’t go on forever We believe that we can go on forever You’re gonna cut yourself

I said yeah, yeah Now come one come all to this tragic affair Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not If you look in the mirror and don't like what

He will never ever, never ever love you If ya know he love ya If that boy don't love you by now Throw yo' hands up in the air Tell the DJ play this song right here Let, let, let, let me see you 2-step It don't matter if you by yourself But I, gotta come

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

There's a road that takes me home Take me fast or take me slow Throw my head out the window Feel the wind, make me whole Write my name up in the sky As we contemplate goodbye I I don't know, we don't know, where we go I I know, I know Got a hole in my head

Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I I love you, kiss my body

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

Kick back, move in on the down low Where your sun tan lights up when the stars go Write your name on the fogged up window Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight Turn it off, turn you on when