No, I, am not I'm not addicted to sex But, girl, I guarantee that if you lay with me You just might be You just might be, yeah Let me talk to 'em I guess you know you made it when they start talking 'bout you, right? Welcome to fame Y'all don't pay me no

I'm comin' back to you, back to you And I know that I shouldn't and I wouldn't if I could And you know that this drink got me talkin', late night callin', yeah I thought that you'd never leave the city Fell in love with a girl from PR, kept up online

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

(Men Talking) You know what I'm sayin though, yo I been hearin shit about this kid X, man I think that nigga bullshit(Yeah) word up,I been hearin mad shit about he be robbin niggaz and shit, (Yeah what you know about that),I'm just sayin man, what people

You talk too much about me I don't really care about this You make things up about me And I don't ever waste a minute That you would've came up about me From people we love You make things up about me, yeah Now you telling lies on me

It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

Too many missed calls, too many texts I know that it won’t be long, yeah You’ll be like 'Babe, come over' I know how this goes, yeah Talk about you need closure Every time the weekend comes, yeah Damn, I wish I missed my ex Til you‘re gonna call my