Girl, I can't believe I wanted you Whip it up, egg beater, mhm Said she love me, don't believe her, mhm Can't be mediocre, mhm Twenty on her choker, mhm Fuck her, I don't know her, yeah Give me face, like poker Whoa, can't believe I wanted you Whoa, I

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Look, I know you, you just wanna fuck me for my fame Girl, don't you? You just wanna fuck me for the fame Yeah, don't you? You just wanna fuck me for the fame She wanna fuck me 'cause them diamonds on my chain Girl, I know you, you be out here playin'

Don't act like you know me, like you know me, na na yeah Ooh, na na yeah I am not your homie, not your, hoo, na na yeah You don't know me, fuck yeah See your iPhone camera flashin' Please step back, it's my style you're crampin' "You here for long?" Oh

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (codeine) I don't fuck with nobody Yeah you hardly know me Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me) Been livin' fast, no I can't take it slowly (slowly)

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

I'ma fuck up my life Yeah right, yeah right But you know I don't mind Never give a single fuck about me Yeah, you bet she know that we ain't Never gonna be together, I see Yeah, you bet I go to see you when I'm feeling like a drum without a beat Yeah,

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

I blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it on your love, yeah Every time you get too close I run, I run away And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say