[Verse]
Listen to me talk as I roll up these last few blunts
No time to really waste with your pathetic little stunts
I got you on my radar, there's no need for any fucking fright
I got that shit that make even R. Kelly take the next flight home
Bitch I got it poppin' just with me and all my crew
And once a fortune teller told me my future and it didn't involve you
Now I'm gonna smoke this blunt as I watch you walk away
You played me like a game and now I want to fucking play with your emotions, let me make sure I get all the best of you
Chillin' by the fire while we eatin' that fondue
I don't know about me, but I know about you
So by the the looks of this hopefully you guess that we're fucking through