Sick of feeling like it's gotta be a better way
Sick of rain like it's gotta be some better days
Sick of niggas always acting like they bitches Like they don't even keep a stick
So why they act like they got switches? Sick of all these fake bitches, yeah
Fake ass, fake lips, fake titties So sick of all this f*cking fake love
Yeah, they always say they love you But they never show it once
Ayy, let's get straight to it I can't trust no bitch
I love this money and my music Rollin' up some dope
Loud pack, thinking he want smoke Doubt that, nah, I don't trust a soul
Niggas always trying to tell me about some love they never show
Most you niggas hoes My bitch bad with a bag
And got enough to call you broke You down bad looking sad
I guess your motions stuck on no If it ain't about no money, I ain't feeling that
She just wanna f*ck me face to face She in her feelings now
Rollin' up my wood, she pouring up I guess she feel it now
Now she rubbin' on me Talkin' bout she wanna feel it now
I ain't pouring up, she check my cup And she ain't feelin' that
Now she tryna find a reason Get me in my feelings, man
Just want me to bend her back Baby girl, you've been a brat
And I'm feelin' that Anything to get you out your feelings now
Sick of feelin' like it's gotta be a better way
Sick of rain like it's gotta be some better days
Sick of niggas always acting like they bitches Like they don't even keep a stick
So why they act like they got switches? Sick of all these fake bitches, yeah
Fake ass, fake lips, fake titties So sick of all this f*cking fake love
Yeah, they always say they love you But they never show it once
These niggas fake, these bitches fake At least that's what they demonstrate
I can't relate, too busy getting money In these different states
Need some real estate out that country Then I will escape
Some people claiming that they love me But I feel it's fake
I done seen it all before, that's how I'm knowing
Back to back to back, I'm just Smoking, smoking, smoking
Cup poured up, you know it, know it, know it If you really team, you gotta show it, show it, show it
Throw them foes up, yeah You gotta show it, show it, show it
Throw them foes up, that's the team Yeah, you know it, know it, know it
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Sick of feeling like it's gotta be a better way
Sick of rain like it's gotta be some better days
Sick of niggas always acting like they bitches Like they don't even keep a stick
So why they act like they got switches? Sick of all these fake bitches, yeah
Fake ass, fake lips, fake titties So sick of all this f*cking fake love
Yeah, they always say they love you But they never show it once
Ayy, let's get straight to it I can't trust no bitch
I love this money and my music Rollin' up some dope
Loud pack, thinking he want smoke Doubt that, nah, I don't trust a soul
Niggas always trying to tell me about some love they never show
Most you niggas hoes My bitch bad with a bag
And got enough to call you broke You down bad looking sad
I guess your motions stuck on no If it ain't about no money, I ain't feeling that
She just wanna f*ck me face to face She in her feelings now
Rollin' up my wood, she pouring up I guess she feel it now
Now she rubbin' on me Talkin' bout she wanna feel it now
I ain't pouring up, she check my cup And she ain't feelin' that
Now she tryna find a reason Get me in my feelings, man
Just want me to bend her back Baby girl, you've been a brat
And I'm feelin' that Anything to get you out your feelings now
Sick of feelin' like it's gotta be a better way
Sick of rain like it's gotta be some better days
Sick of niggas always acting like they bitches Like they don't even keep a stick
So why they act like they got switches? Sick of all these fake bitches, yeah
Fake ass, fake lips, fake titties So sick of all this f*cking fake love
Yeah, they always say they love you But they never show it once
These niggas fake, these bitches fake At least that's what they demonstrate
I can't relate, too busy getting money In these different states
Need some real estate out that country Then I will escape
Some people claiming that they love me But I feel it's fake
I done seen it all before, that's how I'm knowing
Back to back to back, I'm just Smoking, smoking, smoking
Cup poured up, you know it, know it, know it If you really team, you gotta show it, show it, show it
Throw them foes up, yeah You gotta show it, show it, show it
Throw them foes up, that's the team Yeah, you know it, know it, know it
Sick of rain like it's gotta be some better days
Sick of niggas always acting like they bitches Like they don't even keep a stick
So why they act like they got switches? Sick of all these fake bitches, yeah
Fake ass, fake lips, fake titties So sick of all this f*cking fake love
Yeah, they always say they love you But they never show it once
Ayy, let's get straight to it I can't trust no bitch
I love this money and my music Rollin' up some dope
Loud pack, thinking he want smoke Doubt that, nah, I don't trust a soul
Niggas always trying to tell me about some love they never show
Most you niggas hoes My bitch bad with a bag
And got enough to call you broke You down bad looking sad
I guess your motions stuck on no If it ain't about no money, I ain't feeling that
She just wanna f*ck me face to face She in her feelings now
Rollin' up my wood, she pouring up I guess she feel it now
Now she rubbin' on me Talkin' bout she wanna feel it now
I ain't pouring up, she check my cup And she ain't feelin' that
Now she tryna find a reason Get me in my feelings, man
Just want me to bend her back Baby girl, you've been a brat
And I'm feelin' that Anything to get you out your feelings now
Sick of feelin' like it's gotta be a better way
Sick of rain like it's gotta be some better days
Sick of niggas always acting like they bitches Like they don't even keep a stick
So why they act like they got switches? Sick of all these fake bitches, yeah
Fake ass, fake lips, fake titties So sick of all this f*cking fake love
Yeah, they always say they love you But they never show it once
These niggas fake, these bitches fake At least that's what they demonstrate
I can't relate, too busy getting money In these different states
Need some real estate out that country Then I will escape
Some people claiming that they love me But I feel it's fake
I done seen it all before, that's how I'm knowing
Back to back to back, I'm just Smoking, smoking, smoking
Cup poured up, you know it, know it, know it If you really team, you gotta show it, show it, show it
Throw them foes up, yeah You gotta show it, show it, show it
Throw them foes up, that's the team Yeah, you know it, know it, know it
Writer: Omar Johnson, Tyrone Potts III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Villa Juares
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Omar Johnson, Tyrone Potts III