SSJ2

(Danger) No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track? Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track? Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked Che-check my eyes, yeah, you know that I ain't comin' back Yeah, your lies caught right up to you, like running back Yeah, these triflin' ass hoes like, "Where the money at?" I-I-I just stylе for these hoes, I stoppеd coming back Turn your shoulder Rise up, soldier Turn your shoulder Turn your shoulder I stuck to my 'chos, fuck these bitches, nah Uh, it's a shame, I was sweeping out the mall for her Now someone the boss, told these bitches, "Nah" Could hear the pain in my voice, why I spit so raw? (Ooh, yeah) But I was so wrong I-I ain't think that was a line that she would cross Ooh, yeah, but I was so wrong I ain't tryna screw you, why you takin' off your thong? Uh, I'ma start cuttin' all these hoes off, they askin' for rackies I'ma start— I'ma start cuttin' all these hoes off, they askin' for rackies Chill out, lil' bitch, why you quick to take your clothes off? She ready to practice All they really did was give the kid blue balls, I'd rather get castrated I-I did these hoes like the Poconos, oh yeah, finish on her chest, ayy I'm in the whip and I'm chiefin' OG Skywalker, roll with my bestie I'm finna pop not one, not two, but I think I'ma pop three Lil' bitch, it's not her and not you, you better stop callin' me papi No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track? Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track? Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked Che-check my eyes, yeah, you know that I ain't comin' back Yeah, your lies caught right up to you, like running back Yeah, these triflin' ass hoes like, "Where the money at?" I-I-I just style for these hoes, I stopped coming back Turn your shoulder Rise up, soldier Turn your shoulder Turn your shoulder