Could It Be ft. Yetinho Lyrics

Something ain't right, I felt

On my mind, for real

Love it or not, it's us

Fed me thoughts, off rip

I was all for us

Throughout all your feels

Bitch, you is so fake

I threw out all your heels

I be distancin' myself from you

Cause fuck this hate

No one make me feel this way

Bitch, can I get a break

I be sippin' all night, yeah

Just to ease the pain

Ease the pain

Easy does it

Ease the pain

Could it be that Imma a fuck

Couldn't be off Adderall

Could it be that I'm a stud

Shouldn't be on you at all

Livin' my life, couldn't be rich

Shouldn't be wack, chill in that Tich

Glock and it's black, aim it at him

She make it twitch, probably your bitch

Never done wrong, friends of my foes

One of them ones I couldn't cope

I could've sniffed, white in my nose

I could've stole one of your hoes

Said Imma go, you don't want smoke

Only want riches, you don't want bros

Ball like Deroz, petals of rose

Smell like your clothes, I want it more

Yeah, I want it more

I want it more

I wasn't right, you were a nine

One of these lines, we could go back

Figure it out, wasting my time

You were the best, best I could have

But you weren't mine, bitches finesse

40 a line, go deal with your guy

Deal with your guy

A lil bit of dope

Little bitty hoe

You were impressed

Piece of the dough, give you a check

Every week four, sell out the store

Grind as a chore, always want more

Paying the mortgage

Glock in my lap

Kept it in storage

Stare at the barrel too long and it's roarin'

This trigger ain't stopping no finger I promise

Could it be that Imma a fuck

Couldn't be off Adderall

Could it be that I'm a stud

Shouldn't be on you at all

Livin' my life, couldn't be rich

Shouldn't be wack, chill in that Tich

Glock and it's black, aim it at him

She make it twitch, probably your bitch

Never done wrong, friends of my foes

One of them ones I couldn't cope

I could've sniffed, white in my nose

I could've stole one of your hoes

Said Imma go, you don't want smoke

Only want riches, you don't want bros

Ball like Deroz, petals of rose

Smell like your clothes, I want it more

I got the bands, fucking not tryna pretend

I'm tryna win, I swear that I wanna be good

But you wanna sin, the ice getting thin

We should be friends, wanna move on

You just gonna stick to the trends

You wanna spend, you seem cool

If I wanna fuck, it depends

Pick a spot on the map, we out

Biggest spot in the lot, go south

I know it's gon' hit, not a doubt

Watch me, reel your ass in like a trout

St-St-Stop all that runnin' in your mouth

Don't really know what I'm about

Break up with you and I won't even shout

Could it be that Imma a fuck

Couldn't be off Adderall

Could it be that I'm a stud

Shouldn't be on you at all

Livin' my life, couldn't be rich

Shouldn't be wack, chill in that Tich

Glock and it's black, aim it at him

She make it twitch, probably your bitch

Never done wrong, friends of my foes

One of them ones I couldn't cope

I could've sniffed, white in my nose

I could've stole one of your hoes

Said Imma go, you don't want smoke

Only want riches, you don't want bros

Ball like Deroz, petals of rose

Smell like your clothes, I want it more