Being Used

I got so used to being used

I got so used to being used

I got so used to being used, yeah

I be smiling, but it ain’t my mood

I just be actin’ like it’s cool

But you don’t wanna see me not cool

Girl, I do anything that you want me to

But only if you put me in the mood

Only if you put me in the right mood, yeah

I like you more than you like me, but it's cool

That’s just somethings that I got used to

I’m so used to being used (I got used)

And my girl be ghosting, that’s my shoes

I cannot love in out of my mood

I cannot stop fuckin’ with you

I cannot tell and my girl be ghosting, that’s my shoes

I cannot love in out of my mood

I cannot love

I cannot love

I’m sick of acting like everything’s okay when it’s not good

Nowadays everybody wanna be top one

Anti-social thug, I be talkin’ to a shotgun

Just me and my self, hoping I don’t get lined up

What, you tried to line me?

If a nigga’s moving wocky copy, yeah

The car key got a button to start it

I don’t think A Boogie really fuckin’ with Artist

I’m the king of the jungle in the 'Rari, yeah

Don’t be lyin’, I know you fuckin’ somebody else

I know you a thottie you like to party, yeah

So don’t you call me no nickname, don’t call me Artie, yeah

Don’t you call me no nickname, don’t call me Artie, yeah

Put a Wraith on a Uzi, bought a Buggati, yeah

Told the lawyer the Gucci is a deposit, yeah

Just in case one of my niggas go catch a body, yeah

Yeah, a couple wise from the big X

Make a nigga wanna change his mind cause I ain’t wit that

Lucky nigga could’ve lost his mind with a headshot

He was wildin’ for respect, he almost died for his wrist back

Knocked his body right outta his watch, took his baguettes

My Richie cost over a half a milli, it got my wrist wet

I’m so used to being used, yeah

Yeah, use me, whatever you doing, yeah