Claim you hate to see me cry
But I hate to hear the lies
My guy, my guy, you just a pair-a lies
You lie and lie just like you paralyzed
Claim you care, yeen seem to care a time
You was just with them b*tches
You got it in with them b*tches?
Tryna avoid the topic
Keep askin bout dishes
But this script won't get flipped and
Then, you hate when I mention
How you can get dismissed and
Since you wanna act tough
Since you wanna act up
I gotta remind you, n***a
I keep that Mac tucked
Facts, cuz...
I'm so damn tired of you
I'm bout to f*ck & fire you
Like who the f*ck hired you?

[hook]
It was amazing, plus you was mad cute
But yo bullshit and yo ways just past due
Fuck a blunt and some fast food
Thats why I f*ck on you then Past you

Take a look at me, see, I'm bad, dude
I'm chasing paper, you know I got a handful
I played wit yo heart, yeah, I gambled
Who take pics on the gram to claim they glad, fool
That ain't me, I heard you mad, too
That ain't me, ain't tryna draw you down, boo
I'ma need some green, don't frown, dude
Uma need something, or I'm out, dude
All my shit dope, I got them pounds, dude
Facts, I left you where I found you
Man, don't wonder where I'm at now, boo
I'm in da coup, green in my blunt
So Wassup? I ain't sleep, yeah, I'm up
Oh you tryna come thro, where ya bucks?
U wanna fuck, or really huh?

[hook]
It was amazing, plus you was mad cute [dick was good]
But yo bullshit and yo ways just past due [shit ain't good]
Fuck a blunt and some fast food
Thats why I f*ck on you then Past you

Take a look at me, you see I'm rad, dude
Oh, you tryna get clowned for ya act, fool?
Sleepin on yo cousin couch, you a wack fluke
I see ya feed on the gram, I love ya act to
You smokin weed or a gram, cute!
You k-ro lean, I'm drippin act, boo
I don't give a fuck if you on, I need the tax too
Keep talkin crazy, I'ma grab my Mac tool
Don't wanna cut ya lights, but I clap fools