[Intro]
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
[Chorus]
I got PTSD from my ex nigga
Bipolar, I can't take no stress nigga
You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, nigga
Finna spend it on me?
Well, get dressed nigga
Aye, I'm not yo regular bitch
Flooded AP on my wrist
He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick"
Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick
Ain't no more free pussy, it costs
If you fuckin' for free then you lost
Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust
Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss
I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a nigga
Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for niggas
I ball in the league like a Laker, nigga
Know it hurt
Go to church, I can't save a nigga
[Verse 1]
He tell me I'm so full of shit
Yeah, yeah
Boy, you know I'm that bitch
I run in his pockets, get ate, thеn I dip
Nigga book me a flight, tryna take a lil trip
He lovin' thе Chant, he get lost in the drip
So many blue hunnits, they think I'm a Crip
Yo, dead dawg, move
I don't fuck wit no Brip
No sir, [?]
Only right that I trip
[Bridge]
Baby
If you want my time, gotta pay me
New Off-White so I'm feelin' real wavy
Want a text back?
I want a Mercedes
I'm a player, boy
Don't try to play me
He say he love me
Oh, that's crazy
Need a baller like Tracy McGrady
Send me a deposit, we gravy
Give a nigga the blues like I'm navy
[Chorus]
PTSD from my ex nigga
Bipolar, I can't take no stress nigga
You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, nigga
Finna spend it on me?
Well, get dressed nigga
Aye, I'm not yo regular bitch
Flooded AP on my wrist
He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick"
Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick
Ain't no more free pussy, it costs
If you fuckin' for free then you lost
Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust
Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss
I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a nigga
Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for niggas
I ball in the league like a laker, nigga
Know it hurt
Go to church, I can't save a nigga
Nope
[Verse 2]
Ruthless
At least I'm not like you, stupid
Figure it out, what you mean you can't do it?
That lil shit you gave me?
I blew through it
Yeah, I need me a new car, new house, new ass
Prolly some new cash
Is you tryna trick off, no raw sex filth
I pop me a few tags
Ain't spending no money?
Well, bye
Need yo paycheck to ride on this ride
Know whats up, nigga
Don't be surprised
I'mma player, don' want be yo bride
Aye, pimpin' ain't dead
These hoes just scared
Ain't postin' no nigga, these hoes too fed
I don't want no love, no
I just want the bread
Keep yo clothes on 'cuz I just wan't the head, ooh
[Outro]
See, niggas always hollerin' about "link"
Boy, link your account to mine
Fuck is you talkin' bout, pfft
The fuck?
Is you tryna trick or what?
On God
Big Chant
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