Truce

Why you say you love me? You don't love me like I do

I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues

You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool

You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you

Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues

I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue

Making moves, hunnids in the coupe

You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?

Bitch I'm at the top I'm counting bands, yeah, fuck you and your friend

Why this lil hoe tryna get with me, go get your mans

Bitch I'm too damn high, up off this gas, no I can't land