Lyrics
(Fuck that nigga Baybo)
You don't want me around no more
Am I wrong if I walk out the door
You may need to cut back on dope
Get high, put me right in my zone
She do pills, Marilyn Monroe
That shit nothing, next morning, I'm gone
So it's back to the road again
Don't know why you still seeking revenge
All I told you that we just friends
But you taking that shit to offense
GLE wrapped up like an present
Do not disturb I ain't get your message
Bad hoes turn't up in the section
I cop it all, can't make a selection
I see you in my reflection
2v1, for her and her best friend
Only blues in the stack, not no presidents
Put my main hoe in some Vetements
Got these hoes turn't off Barcardi
Say my music make her wanna get naughty
Got the blick tucked, walk in the party
Peep the butterfly doors on the rari
This her first time doing molly
Jaw locking while she tryna top me
Slim thick, in love with her body
So prrr, I call you my shawty
I ain't pick up whenever you called me
I was too busy fucking balling
Stoner, zip to the face, no wonder I'm coughing
You don't want me around no more
Am I wrong if I walk out the door
You may need to cut back on dope
Get high, put me right in my zone
She do pills, Marilyn Monroe
That shit nothing, next morning, I'm gone
Maybe, I'll be better on my own
Got these hoes turn't off Barcardi
Say my music make her wanna get naughty
Got the blick tucked walk in the party
Peep the butterfly doors on the rari
This her first time doing molly
Jaw locking while she tryna top me
Slim thick, in love with her body
Picture perfect, I call you my shawty