Yeah
Sheesh
That hell's shut, Lil' Day, didn't live too long, did it?
Ayy
Guess I was wrong about you
You're no longer mine, is that true?
You love to discredit all the things that I do
Told me to get my shit together, girl, I did
I realized, I
Really didn't love you, I fell in love with the idea of you (Ayy)
Really didn't love me at that time, it was ideal for you
You, bitch
You wanted the purse, you could've said that
You wanted the Perc', you could've said that
You wanted the Earth, you could've said that, bitch
And you know
I still could have bought you everything that your last nigga couldn't afford (Ayy)
Put you in a G-Wagon, turn a Maybach from a Honda Accord
Foreign cars with your ex-baby, tryna sneak off and tryna stick a record
I don't even leave you no options, I need the keys back to the wagon and the Benz
You know like I know, baby, I was never really jacking your friends
Turnt up on the side, I with it
Let me with the side eye, get it
Feelings to the side, I get it
Panties to the side, I feel it
You should learn to hide your feelings
Ayy, ayy, ayy, like me and Ace
We like Drake, 40 on a late night with them great whites, me and Ace
We got plaques hanging off the walls, nigga don't need no DNA
I had a thing for records I broke, records I spun, I'm bringing the face
I had a thing for records I done, records I spun, and I chatted my face
(I had a thing for records I broke, records I spun, I'm bringing the face)
(I had a thing for records I done, records I spun, and I chatted my face)
And you know
I still could have bought you everything that your last nigga couldn't afford
Put you in a G-Wagon, turn a Maybach from a Honda Accord
Foreign cars with your lame ass, she ain't even gotta sneak and record
Yeah, they know about the boy, yeah
You should ask you ex nigga 'bout this new bitch if she wanna tell the truth
Ayy, I really got nothin' to lose, I really got nothin' to prove
Yeah, you can't walk a mile in my shoes, I get it, I get it, okay
You nigga better find y'all something else safer to do and play
