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Performed By: YNW Melly
Language: English
Written by: Jamell Maurice Demons




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I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
Knowin' that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin' me that these
Nggas ain't real (Ain't real, f*ck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playin', your ass f*ck 'round and get killed
What's goin' on, bro, I heard you were trippin' (Were trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
Yeah, you turned cold, I can't f*ck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a f*ck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a f*ck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't f*ckin' with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this f*ck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with"
I can't be f*ckin' with none of these niggas
'Cause all of these niggas be actin' like bitches
You know that I'm straight out of Indian River
I don't give no f*ck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothaf*ckin' skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to f*ck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what's up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can't go like that)
Can't believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain't got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don't give a f*ck, nigga (What?)
'Cause you're still a f*ck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should've bucked you, nigga
But now I'm feelin' like f*ck you, nigga (F*ck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it's hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin'
All of these bitches, they wasn't even missin' me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they f*ck with us, but really be the enemy
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn't keep it a hunnid

[Thanks to marison1127 for adding these lyrics]
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I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
I can't be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
Knowin' that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin' me that these
Nggas ain't real (Ain't real, f*ck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
These bitches ain't shit, these niggas ain't real (Ain't real)
Keep playin', your ass f*ck 'round and get killed
What's goin' on, bro, I heard you were trippin' (Were trippin')
I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can't believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
Yeah, you turned cold, I can't f*ck with you
It's like that Molly done turned you into a f*ck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a f*ck nigga
And that's truth, this... ain't f*ckin' with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this f*ck nigga ain't my dawg
That ain't my dawg no more
That ain't my dawg (No)
That ain't my dawg no more (Nah)
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with"
I can't be f*ckin' with none of these niggas
'Cause all of these niggas be actin' like bitches
You know that I'm straight out of Indian River
I don't give no f*ck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothaf*ckin' skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to f*ck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what's up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can't go like that)
Can't believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain't got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don't give a f*ck, nigga (What?)
'Cause you're still a f*ck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should've bucked you, nigga
But now I'm feelin' like f*ck you, nigga (F*ck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it's hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin'
All of these bitches, they wasn't even missin' me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they f*ck with us, but really be the enemy
I ain't tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What's goin' on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, "What the f*ck wrong with him?"
Tryna beef over some pussy, that's funny (That's funny)
Can't believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
But it's okay, I understand, you just couldn't keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn't keep it a hunnid

[Thanks to marison1127 for adding these lyrics]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jamell Maurice Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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