.gH3tto ft. Kadreau, SMILEY LOVE SAINT & Shye Reece Lyrics

Woah

Woah

Woah

Yeah

Got a lotta shit to get off my chest

Internet been feedin' me some shit that I can't digest

Why my ex posted up with shawty screamin "my bitch"

They keep hackin' my iPhone i'm bouta get a sidekick

Fuck a sidekick(Uh)

Gassin' up these records, bumpin' loud in my crib(Uh)

Homies outside, neighbors think we hittin' licks(Uh)

Listened to your album, turned it off in the whip(Uh)

Fuck ya promotion and fuck your clique

It's on sight yeah

Mama gone at 7, learned my lessons

I'm alright

If I got depression hide the weapons

I'm alright

Goin' private when I get a private flight

My ex done got a white girl damn, guess i'm not her type

Woah

Woah

Woah

Yeah yeah yeah

Dead, man she beg for me

Just cut the check for me

Bitches wanna wrestle me

Just bring the rest for me

My bro and them got recipe

Just send that text to me

Yo bitch is sittin next to me

She throwin neck on me

I break her off like celery

I gotta stay lowkey

My bitches wanna better me, but I can't even see

My pockets gettin' hella deep

Just keep that cream on me, them niggas always envy me

That's why i'm MVP

Said she wanna go back to infinity, light year

Caught a buzz, lite beer

Freaks in the night yea

She wanna houdini me tonight ya

Say that she ain't feelin me but goin' through my likes yea

I just take my like back lil' bitch

Envy me when i'm in these streets I took my light back lil' bitch huh

Is that ya man's? He drop that shit but it never land

this shit dip but I ain't never ran

Can't lie you a real bad guy

Meet me of the bridge man i'm gone @ 5

I wanted to call to you

I wanted to drive to you, ooh

I wanted to call to you

I wanted to drive to you, ooh

Diabolical flow

We ain't chill for a while and now i'm bashing ya soul

I'm glad we found our way jack, but we ain't find our way back

She say kade don't say that

you know that I hate that

(I had to do that)

(I know what it's like to be a jerk, you know what i'm sayin?)

Puttin' you through constant rivalry with other girls beside on me

I gotta get this outta me and don't you say you proud of me

Don't you say you proud of what you see on your screen

You know me better than I do

Still need a shoulder to lean on but I

I got some more healin' to do

Heard you got a little fling and I ain't judging on you

You pullled a me on me, and now i'm dealin' with grief

And they say karma hard to get but i've been fuckin for weeks

I got that dawg in me, I got some flaws in me

I got some tequila shots and white claws in me

And party end in an hour i'm making out with the moment

Room spinnin' like a vinyl im floatin'

Blocked your number from my phone but- damn

I wanted to call to you

I wanted to drive to you, ooh

I wanted to call to you

I wanted to drive to you, ooh