Don't want you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy When your mouth about that shooting You find out that we been shooting all along You get caught without that Ruger We put hot shit through you then we gone Boy, don't let me catch you

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though

You gotta love someone (hey, yeah) You gotta love someone Ever since the day that I met you I knew you weren't the one But nothing ever stops me from forgetting Packing all my shit and moving on (hey, yeah) I don't know what you've been told Or what they

Don’t make me feel a way Don’t make me feel a way (don’t make me feel) Oh, I hate when you do that shit (oh, oh) Tell me I'm being irrational (know, know) Don’t make me feel I'm up, late night, my phone so dry No goodnight, I'm tight 'cause I'm paranoid

Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

Tell my homies about my side bitch Tell my side bitch bout my main bitch I don't tell my main bitch shit Main bitch know my government Where the money sent shit Cut a bitch don't you tell my main bitch shit Shown up, shown up, shown up, don't ever tell