Boathouse Row ft. Earl2Wavy Lyrics

My nigga hit my phone he said

I think she fucking with a ballplayer

I think she fucking with a ballplayer

How you courtside at that rockets game

How you courtside at that rockets game

Money over hoes broke my heart I need some distance

You the bitch I chose, when laid up you never listen

Yeah I need some healing

When you coming over put your legs up to the ceiling

Caught up in a cycle man I really felt a mission

Tris all up in my cup I sip it up til I don't feel shit

Meet new bitches every day but in my bed you missing

Meet new bitches every day but in my bed you missing

How you courtside at that Rockets game

But you talking like you fuck with me

So bubbly, I ate you over bubble tea

Know you fuck with Future so I Thank You for this hustling

Know that I can't lose girl I don't know how you fumbled me

Need a Chrisean baby say that you in love with me

Just until the morning hold this Sunny D

Put on fronts and I can tell so subtlety

Got a buzz now these bitches wanna fuck with me

She could stab me in the back don't need no cutlery

Whole time I think she had like three other me's

I'm in the lab, don't need your Double D's

My nigga hit my phone about some money trees

Fuck I look like rolling with a Baba Treesh

Don't roll up at six AM to cuddle with me

I roll cones of the finest shit on your leafly

Fucking free BG

All my niggas hate you, they been screaming free me