I could do this shit without you I’m not thinking about you Yes I got the nerve to call a bitch wen I’m around you Yes I got a bitch she badder and she knows about you If you heard my song she got me pissed well bitch this part two Hold up now I’m clowning, pull up with the [?] My new bitch pussy super wet she got me drowning I can tell u super mad you saw my insta frowning I don’t look shit like Gambino but you call me childish It ain’t right it ain’t right man I swear this shit ain’t right We gon fight if another bitch like you coming in my life It’s on sight I’m just playing but I swear you ain’t my type You a friendly bitch and you know that I like my hoes uptight
You know that I ain’t stressing Know that I ain’t stressing Hoped you learned your lesson You worry about the next bitch Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin You know that I ain’t stressing Know that I ain’t stressing Hoped you learned your lesson You worry about the next bitch Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin
I can’t even lie you got my head gone Flexin on my ex they say I’m dead wrong I can’t even lie you had my head gone (hell yea) Flexin on my ex they say I’m dead wrong Now you want me back because I’m way up Lay down on the phone we used to stay up Reminiscing all them days and time we used to lay up Now I’m ballin on you on my new one like a lay up Now one night I stay up stay up stay up Show I ain’t no player player player Girl I can’t believe you girl I can’t believe you lied Can’t believe I loved you just for you to waste my time
You know that I ain’t stressing Know that I ain’t stressing Hoped you learned your lesson You worry about the next bitch Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin You know that I ain’t stressing Know that I ain’t stressing Hoped you learned your lesson You worry about the next bitch Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin
See that chick gon mean she gon think it’s tax time Tell that bitch that standing in line she like a lunch line (hell yeah) I don’t think I love you like I used to Drop me like a lame I had to treat you like my old hoe 75 thousand for my grill no Got to be cover that’s a thousand when I spend out (hell yeah) I might spend a thousand on a bill could been you
You know that I ain’t stressing Know that I ain’t stressing Hoped you learned your lesson You worry about the next bitch Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin You know that I ain’t stressing Know that I ain’t stressing Hoped you learned your lesson You worry about the next bitch Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin