Abby Lyrics

Why did Abby do me like that?

Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat

You acted like I was a gas bag

Go out, don't check the price tag

Could be one to one thousand it's a grand

Or it's a rack, I call it a band

Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex

At my funeral, I don't need your respects

Why did abby do me like that?

Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat

You acted like I was a gas bag

Go out, don't check the price tag

Could be one to one thousand it's a grand

Or it's a rack, I call it a band

Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex

At my funeral, I don't need your respects

You said okay and said goodbye

Acting like I'm the bad guy

Spent time listening to your BS

About your love for me, let out the stress

Watched while you shot your arrows

While your feelings for me were narrow

Acting like we had a future together

But bye bye, all together

One day, you were okay

Second day, I started to pray

You didn't love me, a cliché

I knew it that one day

Ghosted me for days on end

Couldn't even type hi and press send

I was gonna try and keep going

But knew the answer before it stopped flowing

Why did Abby do me like that?

Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat

You acted like I was a gas bag

Go out, don't check the price tag

Could be one to one thousand it's a grand

Or it's a rack, I call it a band

Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex

At my funeral, I don't need your respects

Fuck the gator cup, fuck shooting

All this, I'm still computing

End of it, it broke me down

Till we called, it was a countdown

Never happened, what a joke

Like a veggie, I wouldn't care if you artichoke

Cuddling on the couch in the studio

Acting like we would get our own chateau

Get some fluffers in the yard

It never ended, like a die hard

But it didn't matter, nothing does

And you ended it like a buzz

I got the collar you got the leash

I listened to you, she said kapeesh

Fuck that shit, I love the weights

Don't talk to me, I don't want no updates

Why did Abby do me like that?

Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat

You acted like I was a gas bag

Go out, don't check the price tag

Could be one to one thousand it's a grand

Or it's a rack, I call it a band

Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex

At my funeral, I don't need your respects