[Intro: Ann Marie & TG Flockaa]
I hate love (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom), that's a fact
And I know that love don't love me back (Like, like, like, facts)
I hate love, get the strap, I'm shootin' Cupid in his fucking back Grrah-grrah, boom
Like, like, like

[Verse: TG Flockaa]
Made me hate love, I'on like that
You still call when you want me to pipe that
Try to fight me, I don't even fight back
When you write me, I don't even write back
I'on know if I fuck with you like that
Keep my distance 'cause it's better like that
Everything that I did was on purpose
But fuck it, you made me this person
I ain't wanna do it, I was hurtin'
I just put my pain into these verses
People saying I'm a different person
I ain't changed, I'm just in my Birkin
Only moved on 'cause I had to
When I asked, you said you'd be glad to
If you try to leave, I'm not gon' grab you
When I see, I got to walk past you
I ain't jackin' your vibe
I just feel like you wasting my time
You could try to kill me, I won't drop a dime
Bitches on me, they gon' fall in line, like
So don't think that I need you
I'm just not comfortable with other people
How you gon' try to call a n***a evil?
You was never there when I need you, like
Now I'm moving so tactic
People saying I'm different 'cause I be rapping
You ain't listen, n***a, you better tap in
Fuck love, wish we never happened
I'm for real, I'm not even cappin'
I'ma kill it once, then I'ma pass it
All that love shit really tragic
People disappear like it be magic
That's your energy, so I'ma match it
Just don't call me, I'm in the booth rappin'
Going crazy, like, how all this happened?
Now when I post a flick, don't need a caption, like
I'm just stuck in my ways
I'on know what to do so I'm pouring up drink
Always calling my phone asking me for a link
You a dub, what the fuck you think? Like
Bitch buggin', I'on know how I thought about cuffin'
But I knew that you was up to something
Now I got to leave you like it's nothin', like
Let a n***a go deal with that shit
I'on think about killin' that shit
You fuck with the opps no matter who you wit'
N***as think we got beef 'cause a bitch
Like, what? Like, how? Lil' n***a, you needa sit down
And I heard you got put on a pound
N***as told me you not even Hound
Said i'm pussy, how the fuck you sound?
Me and all my n***as get around
I'm good on the island, and good in the town
N***as know how the 50's get down
And she call me like she wanna see me
I hit 300K on the TV
All her lil' boyfriends wanna be me
In the stu' making hits with the sleezy
You ain't with us, you can't get no PC
N***as make it and start moving greasy
I'm just saying that might never be me
When I met you, I thought you was beasty
Saw you walking your shit was so beefy
Told me you was so happy to meet me
Answered every call when I was locked up
Fucked you all night, you go when I get up
Text my phone like you went through my pictures
And you said I can stay with them bitches
I'on like how you playing the victim
You fucking on n***as that's not even litter
How the fuck you leave me out the picture?
On my dolo, vibing through the winter
Heart cold like it was December
TG Crippy, forever that n***a
But I really just hope you remember
Everything I'ma do for the better
Bitches change like it was the weather
And, no, you can't line me, I got my Berretta