he say that I’m good enough
grabbin’ my duhduhduh
thinkin’ bout shit that I shouldn’ta
so I tell him there’s one of me
he making fun of me, his girl is a bum to me
like that boy is a cap, saying he home but I know where he at like
bet he’s blowing her back, thinking bout me cos he knows that it’s fat
and it been what it been, calling his phone like “yo send me a pin”
ducking my shit cus he know what I’m on
but when he hit me Im not gon’ respond
but I don’t sleep enough without you
and I can’t eat enough without you
if we don’t speak does that mean we’re through?
don’t like sneaky shit that you do