22 (Remix)

[Intro] (ZvanZ) [Chorus: Lil Candy Paint] She havin' deep thought, and I can see it Everything that I say, know I mean it Said "I love you," just believe it I hate it when we argue for no reason Pourin' up that cup, I think I'm dreamin' I'm pourin' up for nothin', think I'm fiendin' She goin' off for nothin', think I'm cheatin' I can't blame lil' baby, I'm a demon [Verse 1: Lil Candy Paint] We out, I order Sprite and put codeine in it But she don't like that shit when I be ignorant I'm pourin' up the pint what you had spent on rent If she don't like her ass, then we fixin' it Hop in X6 twin-turbo, big as shit My bitch bad and she bougie and she Snicker thick Nigga tryna pluck twenty-two, we split his wig You could try to try my bitch, but you ain't gettin' shit Yuh, you niggas desperate for my ho I keep checkin' on my ho, I ain't never stressin' on my ho I count these backends with my ho You be actin' for yo' ho, you'll get slapped in front of yo' ho I can't believe these jokes Nigga dapped me up sayin' "Bro", then tried to talk to my ho But we ain't stressin' anything It's still purple everything, it's still purple everything [Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie] Blowing up his phone, I know I'm trippin' for no reason He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiendin' He don't want no other hoes 'cause that lil' shit too easy Know I talk a lot of shit but he know I don't mean it My big bro say I'm trippin' but I got a hunnid reasons A hunnid fuckin' reasons, I'm never ever leavin' Nope, I ain't leavin', even if we ain't speakin' And if we ain't speakin', yeah, you know I'mma be tweakin' Need a real bitch, I ain't nothin' like these groupie hoes Nothin' like these bitches sittin' front-row at yo' fuckin' shows He need him a real one, somethin' to make him feel some I know I ain't tripping, man, about you I might kill some Yeah, kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some Make one call, he'll still come 'cause I make him feel some Yeah, feel some, feel some This lil' somethin' different, swear to God It make him feel numb