I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with you girls. I feel like y'all don't need love, you need somebody who can micromanage you, you know what I'm saying? Tell you right from wrong, who's smart from who's a fool, which utensil to use for which food. Like, I got a schedule to attend to though, I can't really. You bitches really get carried away. Make your mistakes then you beg me to stay. Got me wiggin' on you like American tape. You got my mind in a terrible place. Whipped and chained you like American slaves. Act like you not used to Sheridan stays. I met the nigga you thought could replace. How are there even comparisons made? Bitch, next time I swear on my grandmother grave, I'm slamming you for them kid choices you made. Slamming you out, slamming you out, slamming you out. Ayy, this ain't the latest I could get on you bitches. Send wires on wires on wires like Idris. You're lucky that I don't take back what was given. I could have you on payment plan till you're 150. And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas. So I'ma fall back unless it's a talk, hurt shit for a minute. Slamming you out, slamming you out, slamming you out. And I ain't even coming, I'm in and out. And you ain't bout the shit you rapping about. And I can spend the whole, I'm bearing it down. I'm going home like a son of you. Telling these hoes you ain't cuddling, but with me you know you're doing all that shit. You telling these hoes you ain't tricking off, but with me you know I'm gon' get it all. How you niggas get so carried away? Tripping when that dick is barely third place. Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you're lame. Damn, cause it's me that can fake like it's hanging. Slamming you out, slamming you out, slamming you out. January, you pretend to see life clearly, ghillie. February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside for the fantasy of getting married, very scary. March got you already second guessing titles, April. Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral. May bring some warmer days, poolside getting very tan. June, hey, you're moving ice cold, going back and forth with a married man. July, that's when I found out July. August, it was baby this, baby that, like it had your tooth tied. September, we falling off, but I'm still the man you trying to win over. October is all about me cause your time should've been over. November got you mood boarded for next year and you're single. December, the gift giving month and now you wanna read candlelight. Trying to build trust, showing me your DMs, how they trying to bag you. Ironic how the news I got about you ended up being bad news. Get a nigga hit for 50 racks, girl, the beef costs like it's Wagyu. Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light like a half moon. Shot the QC, pretty sure I made PMs like it's past noon. All I really know is W's and M's, life looking like a bathroom. All I really know is handbags like I drove through and ordered fast food. Saying that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you? Seven bodyguards just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through. Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talking to me in some half-truths. If I don't pay rent, it end up like a whole hairstyle, girl, it's past due. Thanks for watching!