Why you on the street? See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell 'em about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
See you with another nigga
So why the f*ck you go and lie about it?
I ain't never pulled a trigger, but for you, you know I'll die about it
See me up, got 50 bands in my hands, yeah, so go cry about it
What city you land in? I'ma spend a band, and go and fly about it
Please come tell me why all of your groupies sending me hate for
Ima have to go and refund me all of them titties that I paid for
I'm the one that sent a Uber to your friend's house, so why are you late for?
And why you playing all these games for?
Why you on the street? See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
F*ck all that shit that you telling your friends
F*ck all that better as friends
F*ck all that shit that you talking about, talking about you ain't gon' need me again
Acting like you ain't gon' text me again
Y'all know this shit, but I'm a go-getter
Ima go with you in the end
I know women like you go better with a roll in your hand
In the Rolls with you while I'm holding your hand
You can hold 50 bands
Turn a minivan to a sprinter van
I can turn a O to a 10
I can turn a hoe out to fam
But I'd rather take you home, stop playing
What you acting lost for?
I want you to take it all off, baby
We finna hit it off, hit it raw
Hit your wall, hit the mall later
F*ck the DaVinci store up
Then we roll out, then we roll up, baby
I'll get you tore up, get your toes done
Get your flow now, baby
Why you on the street?
See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
I'm around, acting like you still care
I'm around, acting like we're so much better
It's broken
It's way too late for you
To be talking in my phone
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Why you on the street? See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell 'em about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
See you with another nigga
So why the f*ck you go and lie about it?
I ain't never pulled a trigger, but for you, you know I'll die about it
See me up, got 50 bands in my hands, yeah, so go cry about it
What city you land in? I'ma spend a band, and go and fly about it
Please come tell me why all of your groupies sending me hate for
Ima have to go and refund me all of them titties that I paid for
I'm the one that sent a Uber to your friend's house, so why are you late for?
And why you playing all these games for?
Why you on the street? See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
F*ck all that shit that you telling your friends
F*ck all that better as friends
F*ck all that shit that you talking about, talking about you ain't gon' need me again
Acting like you ain't gon' text me again
Y'all know this shit, but I'm a go-getter
Ima go with you in the end
I know women like you go better with a roll in your hand
In the Rolls with you while I'm holding your hand
You can hold 50 bands
Turn a minivan to a sprinter van
I can turn a O to a 10
I can turn a hoe out to fam
But I'd rather take you home, stop playing
What you acting lost for?
I want you to take it all off, baby
We finna hit it off, hit it raw
Hit your wall, hit the mall later
F*ck the DaVinci store up
Then we roll out, then we roll up, baby
I'll get you tore up, get your toes done
Get your flow now, baby
Why you on the street?
See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
I'm around, acting like you still care
I'm around, acting like we're so much better
It's broken
It's way too late for you
To be talking in my phone
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell 'em about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
See you with another nigga
So why the f*ck you go and lie about it?
I ain't never pulled a trigger, but for you, you know I'll die about it
See me up, got 50 bands in my hands, yeah, so go cry about it
What city you land in? I'ma spend a band, and go and fly about it
Please come tell me why all of your groupies sending me hate for
Ima have to go and refund me all of them titties that I paid for
I'm the one that sent a Uber to your friend's house, so why are you late for?
And why you playing all these games for?
Why you on the street? See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
F*ck all that shit that you telling your friends
F*ck all that better as friends
F*ck all that shit that you talking about, talking about you ain't gon' need me again
Acting like you ain't gon' text me again
Y'all know this shit, but I'm a go-getter
Ima go with you in the end
I know women like you go better with a roll in your hand
In the Rolls with you while I'm holding your hand
You can hold 50 bands
Turn a minivan to a sprinter van
I can turn a O to a 10
I can turn a hoe out to fam
But I'd rather take you home, stop playing
What you acting lost for?
I want you to take it all off, baby
We finna hit it off, hit it raw
Hit your wall, hit the mall later
F*ck the DaVinci store up
Then we roll out, then we roll up, baby
I'll get you tore up, get your toes done
Get your flow now, baby
Why you on the street?
See you go out every f*cking weekend
And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing
We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?
And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?
We gon' meet
I know you in some heat
And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need
But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea
And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak
And you could never leave
I'm around, acting like you still care
I'm around, acting like we're so much better
It's broken
It's way too late for you
To be talking in my phone
Writer: Efrain Calzada, Joseph Adamczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid