hurt you Lyrics

I ain't even wanted to go,

They never invited me there

They left me all on my own

Like they ain't even needed me there

We been as Fly as that movie

Won't leave my drink no where, know they'll slip something

Laced, they cutting it

We from that colder air

We on that polar bear shit in the summer

How they talk down can't do numbers?

They crazy about dressing but nobody cuffing

They got that fake love

I don't tolerate none

Stay on that Tate sub, we can't be brothers

They gonna relate over hoes

Don't do no cover we sample for sure

Bitch I'm in heaven

I hit up the 7-Eleven and don't even talk to the hoe

Ain't even call back my bro

I'm asking god to check up on him though

Cause I swear he been up since the sun went down

Now the sun came up and he still chasing dough

I ain't even wanted to go,

They never invited me there

They left me all on my own

Like they ain't even needed me there

Like brown not about telling you twice

Brown not the listening type

Yeah we catching all of the hype

Y'all see what they sending me right?

Can tell he's a geek how he talk

Can tell he got innocent eyes

Oh you swear you a menace tonight

You gonna roll a point-five to get high?

I'm rolling three up tight

three hundred, four hundred dollars

three hundred texts in the morning

I got three hundred lies, and like two hundred sorry's tonight

Cause I stay a hundred for life

I ain't really mean to hurt you, I'm sorry it's gotta be this way

I ain't really try to desert you

It's my fault that it looked that way

I ain't really trying to hurt you

I ain't really trying to hurt you

I ain't even wanted to go,

They never invited me there

They left me all on my own

Like they ain't even needed me there

Like brown not about telling you twice

Brown not the listening type

Yeah we catching all of the hype

Y'all see what they sending me right?

Can tell he a geek how he talk

Can tell he got innocent eyes

Oh you swear you a menace tonight

You gonna roll a point-five to get high?

I'm rolling three up tight

three hundred, four hundred dollars

three hundred texts in the morning

I got three hundred lies, and like two hundred sorry's tonight

Cause I stay a hundred for life