Voicemail

Tryna adjust to this shit in this crazy life I seen shorty last night, gave her crazy pipe

I faded off the zen, wood got me feelin' right Fucked the bitch, took her back home, she

ain't stay the night Somethin' bout the shit that I been on just ain't sittin' right She told me that my dick might get hard, but

She ain't meant to light Can't cut my ties with my bros, not with the

Biggest knife Remember when you tried in Texas, girl I still ain't get the message

How you left me, talkin' down on me with

your friends flexin'

Even when I laid it down and ate that ass

For early breakfast How you dis on me, your homie, bitch I was your whole protector Now you gon' want me, you lonely, but that'll be the wrong suggestion So stay away from your ass, it's for my own

protection And feelings like STDs, girl I ain't tryna