Pour up mud now my cup is bleeding
Truth be told I don't think I need it
Too much times here I let mis-leaded
Thankful for all the times mistreated
Way too many on my phone, I mean it
Four, Five bitches in the cut
I ain't even gotta try
I said shorty Im not got lie
I could make you touch the sky
I don't need no lullaby
Yeah I guess you spend the night
Love me, and I know that it hurts you
Truth told, and I'm making it worse too
Two, three cups to the head
Four, five in me feeling dead
Come ride with me shorty I got you
Can't lie so I can't say I want you
Do sum? What the f*ck you got do
You can't do none, shorty this ain't 'bout you
Lets go! Bitch go, No
I can't take you no more
Got the head rollin' when I f*ck up the show
And you still call when I won't pick up the phone
Yeah I'm busy again you should leave me alone'
Shorty more than a friend, But not more than a hoe
I remember what you thought of me from before
Now a nigga came up right up under your nose
You ain't know what to do now you part of the show!
Pour up mud now my cup is bleeding
Truth be told I don't think I need it
Too much times here I let mis-leaded
Thankful for all the times mistreated
Way too many on my phone, I mean it
Four, Five bitches in the cut
I ain't even gotta try
I said shorty Im not got lie
I could make you touch the sky
I don't need no lullaby
Yeah I guess you spend the night
Started this shit with Dimes
Started this shit with Bands
Started this shit with Small
Still in this hoe to the end
All of my niggas is fly
All of my bitches is tens
Right now we in for the ride
Soon we got wait till we land