[ Featuring Kevin Pyron Jr ]
Imma fiend
Chasing old dreams
She my old fling
Kept it so clean
Squadrons come in clutch
If I ever need
They come in a rush
That's why we come in peace
She love me like I'm her Sundays
She love me like I'm a vacay
She play me like I'm a play station
She know I pay that no attention
Don't mention
Nothing she say
I'm so distant
Everytime she jab
Id parry that shit with some cold kisses
2 fingerz gone missing
Can't even be on the phone with you
But pick up the phone when I'm calling you
I'm tryna be up all in you
Call my phone
I won't pick up
I'm with this dime
She show me love
I call your phone
You won't pick up
You out there with another one
Cut a lil deeper when you doing it to me
Positive test
Don't know who the seed is
I keep it real with you
But you won't believe me
Lie to my face
I try to believe it
That love bug crazy baby
That ain't in my queue
Setbacks from these arguments
When you know I got things to do
Sabotage my motives
But that pussy good
I'll play with you
Hang wit you
Sip drank wit you
But I can't put no rang on you
I can spend a dollar
On some Prada
But no signature
Give up half my shit to you
You leave and take my kids with you
What am I supposed to think
When I ain't put this in the bank
With You
I just want you to dance for me
Cnd come play this flute
Put them stamps on the passport
Work till the day I die
You can ride with me
Cnytime you wanna leave
I can book your flight
I just wanna live my live
Tell me is you ride or die
Tell me all your lies
Ive heard it all before
Look me in my eyes
This red is icy cold
I've payed the price before
Raise the steaks
With the hand you play
I done bet it all
Then lost my family
Circumstances switch
Watch people switch on you
When you down bad
They gone do bad shit to you
I just smile and take that shit right to the chin
Sometimes I forgive
But I can not forget
Now she sending clips
She showing me she wet
Rubbin on her clit
Her text say
Wya
Slide down the interstate
I'm bouta wax that ass
Cll that shit she talking
Imma tax that ass
Pump her like a drummer
Bounce up on her
Like I'm in the band
She was hating on me
Till I turned her back into a fan
Love is not a clause to stick it out
No
Never that
I go find the solice in myself
Made a better man
I'm gone hit these shows
Until my momma got a big ol crib
I need you to be there
When I need a place to lay my head