Games 2 Lyrics

Games she played in my head

I'm prolly gonna wind up dead I

Can't remember what she said

I think I'm gonna fuck her friend it's

Been a few years since the first part

And I'm Still tryna figure out the worst part

Was it the drugs or the liquor in your heart

Or the pain and the anger on top of me

She tried to play me like monopoly

After first night should've blocked you see

Way I'm balling pass me the rock

These quality diamonds is making it hard to see

You suffocate me and it's hard to breathe

Looked for the top and honestly

Feel like a rockstar, Kurt Cobain

All these bitches tryna top me off sloppily

Crashed the Benz truck counting the racks

Stole my heart with a dagger, she stabbed it

She said put your hands up woah, Her love ain't enough need a bad bitch

She still tryna steal my soul, That bitch loving brady she addict

Don't check the price when I shop with an average hoe, she begging me don't go

Showed me the tricks up her sleeve

Can't figure out why she tryin to leave

Starting to think of the recipe

The potion she made got the best of me

And I don't know if she is feeling me

Cartier glasses it's easy to see now

All these people wanna try to be me now

I broke her heart now the bitch on her knees now

I count the bands up woah

Right in a benz truck woah

Said put your hands up woah

I'm here to steal your love

She wanna steal my soul

Didn't say a price oh no

Lookin her right in the eyes

That bitch was begging for me don't go

Prolly gonna wind up dead, I

Can't remember what she said

I think I'm gonna fuck her friend it's

Been a few years since the first part

And I'm Still tryna figure out the worst part

Was it the drugs or the liquor in your heart

Or the pain and the anger on top of me

I don't care about your past, I can see it through your eyelids

Back and fourth, Buffalo, Utica, Mileage

Pain in my chest, promise you don't wanna try this

Need a bad bitch, uh huh, Billie Eillish

Still bout my racks, Louis V belt, pants won't sag no

Still counting cash, I get my dreams from the back now

Fuck all black, big platinum on my plaques

Big clip cause the boy stay strapped

And the bitch want me to hit it from the back ok

She still asking me whats my sign

But baby are you down to ride

I'm sick and tired of the lies

Playboy model I can tell by the thighs

Going so fast I won't slow down aye

Looking right up to the top I aim

Feeling like a rockstar Kurt Cobain

Real life shit don't feel the same

I fuck the bitch in the back of the Range

Money I stack it right up to ceilings

Don't fuck with me now told em stay in your lane

And that bitch still wanna wanna play games

Games she played in my head

I'm prolly gonna wind up dead I

Can't remember what she said

I think I'm gonna fuck her friend it's

Been a few years since the first part

And I'm Still tryna figure out the worst part

Was it the drugs or the liquor in your heart

Or the pain and the anger on top of me