My Ways Lyrics

Yeah, you my baby, you my boo

Don't care about none of these hoes, I'd rather be at home with you

If I ain't out with you, then you can catch me in the stu

I'm pouring out my heart, baby, I wrote this song for you

Something like a Kool-Aid packet, all my niggas in a mix

When she don't text me back, I swear to God, she make me sick

Yeah, just to get you back, I'll pop a nigga like a zit

Yeah, you know you my wife, I'm sorry for calling you my bitch

Damn, I gotta change my ways

Remember I was a broke as fuck and I ain't have no pape

Remember I was a broke as fuck, I couldn't get no play

Way before I had the locks and I was trying to get waves

Back when we was just some kids, them was the good days

Like way before the pistols, we was throwing fades

Yeah, slide through, we can chop it up

Something like karate, my bitch fine as hell

and she can hoop i might just call her Flau'Jae

She gon' do what I say, if she don't, then she can hit the highway

Lil momma a pro, she do that trick I like

Can't keep my eyes straight

Come pursue me

Said she wanna do me, she a freak like Suki

Flip her over, slap her on her booty

Then beat up the coochie, broadie ride with Uzi

Meanwhile, my bitch, she bad and bougie

Do the ceiling challenge, tape your phone up, let's shoot a movie

Yeah, niggas slimed his mans, that shit crazy, that shit backwards

I'm your favorite rappers, favorite rappers, favorite rapper

Bro your favorite trappers, favorite trappers, favorite trapper

I feel like I'm quanny, cash money is all I'm after

I done got my racks up, if you broke, you need a back up

Nigga tryna diss, but he a bitch, so I don't need no backup

Said he tryna fight, put him to sleep, now he a napper

Broadie in the field, yeah, he a stepper like a Kappa