Unattached

Keep trying to love you, but you won't give me your love back, what the fuck is that

Once you finally get a thug unattached, it ain't no coming back

Open a bottle, get some woods, I need a blunt to ash

I'm a star and these niggas wish, go do some jumping jacks

Beat the beat, I chop it down like I'm a lumberjack

Can't go tweet for tweet or back and forth with clowns, been done with that

Beat a nigga ass in the first round, I don't need my gun for that

He saying he want smoke with me, you know you dumb for that

Cause they know nine times up out of the ten, I got my gun attached

Step back and I dunk his ass for free, it ain't no fun in that