Used To Know ft. Chevyyy Lyrics

She asked me who I'm texting, it's somebody that I used to know

Put his work inside my cup and now I'm tryna froze

Your bitch still tryna text me, I ain't goin', she be givin' throes

This infant in my pocket big as fuck, got my shoulder leanin

Broke up with my bitch, fucked her friend, she like, what's the reason

Fuck this bitch, thug when I seen this, like, baby's teethin

And I got my Nike ski like it's COVID season

But we in the summer, and it's gettin' hot as fuck

I be movin' like a plane, cause when I take off, they can't run

Every time I rap, I feel like Tay-K smokin' off the rims

Birdie tryna box, I bet we fightin', smoke you in the blunt

Swingin' left and right, they knowin' how I move, I throw a punt

If she stay the night, I might just smoke a wood and tell her leave

Yeah, we goin' up, we gettin' through, but ask them what they mean

They say, Tristan, what you chasin'? All I'm chasin' is the green

I'm on Foxy, Kanye, I'm off a red beam

Birdie tryna run, but he can't run without his niece

Left his ass hangin', now I'm fuckin' on his niece

Wasn't even tryna go in the crib, I ain't makin' 10-P

His phone slappin', got swerves all around the East

Finna go to Big Beaver, give me good eats

Ain't steppin' in the field with some big cleats

Bro tryna swing, gang gave his ass the beat

Gave his ass the beat, yeah, that's what we on

If he keep on talkin' shit, then we gon' put him in a song

Cock it back, and then reload it, niggas aimin' at his dome

If we find out that you stole it, niggas comin' to your home

She be askin' what I'm doin', where I'm at up in the trap

If he talkin' bout my brothers, we gon' shoot him in his back

If we do it once, we spin again, they know we comin' back

If he shoot me once, I shoot again, then I see him with a strap

Got him froze in his zone, niggas, they can't get him back

If they try to come and save him, niggas knowin' where they at

Bitch

She was just somebody that I used to know

I ain't remember the bitch, I was fucked up off the Don Julio

Bitch, fuck you and fuck your grams too, what you muggin' for

I'm a five star with the bows, I ain't your big bro

I ain't your big bro, but I got it all

Niggas think they hard, but eat them bullets, now they goin' soft

But I don't even need no love, nigga

All I need is me, got it all

She blocked me on her phone and told me that I cannot get her back

If I go again, then niggas know I'll spin it back

Niggas really hoes, they some pussy like some pussy cats

Used to know, nigga