Uh Uh
Oh, Whoa
Uh
What the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck
We got goin' on, goin' on
Do you f*ck with me for real? I don't know, I can't tell
You dont make shit clear, like be f*ckin' for real
You gon' make me call you out your name
Feel like you tryna run game
Tryna tarnish my name
You better not do it
Cause that'll be stupid
Y'all overrated that shit really lame
Y'all do the same thing and the shit is a shame
Every time we argue, you wan; give me brain
We do this over and over, it's a thing
It's crazy ain't it
Paint my pussy on his face like I'm a painter
Anything that I want he get it like a waiter
He said he gon' call me later
There he go callin' again
Callin
I don't know if I wanna deal with this toxic shit
Cause he got toxic dick
Toxic, toxic
Toxic dick
He got toxic, toxic dick
Toxic, toxic dick
Toxic
You got me wide, you got me open wide
Like how I fill up inside, you wanna fill up inside
You a nasty nigga, certified real classy nigga
And in the streets, he be baggin' niggas
And when I'm mad, he gon' cash me nigga
Baby, he gon' spend it
He gon' spend it on me
Cause he don't wanna see me mad
I'm turnin' shit up on your ass
So you better stop showin' your ass
Cause that type of shit get you slapped
Let me hang the f*ck up
There he go callin' again
Uh
I don't know if I wanna deal with this toxic shit
Cause he got toxic dick
Toxic, toxic
Toxic dick
He got toxic, toxic dick
Toxic dick
Toxic