Bitter

(Intro: LPB Poody):

Aight I just can’t load it

It just one of them vibes I’m in right now

I kept it real with you

I’m in Miami right, now I’m in Miami

I’m sick as a bitch

But that don’t mean nothing

I can still pour my heart out

Keep it real

Ima just talk my shit on it

(Verse 1: LPB Poody):

I say do you need my pair of eyes to see what I see

Them nigga left my ass behind they rather move without me

Your plate was full but you took some behind my back when I eat

Behind your actions that mean to stay on the drop when I sneak

You live with it you die by the gun so I keep it in reach

Ain’t no nigga takin mine so if you reach you get teach

Been broken hearted for weeks, you can hear it when I speak

I'd rather not get in my feelings but I’m feeling this beat

And I been looking for love like "where you at, can we meet?"

Only the strong survive cause they say love for the weak

And I could never keep a girl, I don’t know if it’s them or it’s me

I’m tired of doing the same thing it’s like my life on repeat

But It’s ok, I got Anyla and I know she got me

I just like seeing you smile and your pretty little feet

I ain’t kissed you in forever you been missing for weeks

They say karma is a bitch and you gonna sow what you reap

I wish I could tell you about your daddy but you won’t understand He your granddaddy son that mean pop raised a man

I know I can’t do it all but Imma do what I can

And even though we separated it wasn’t apart of the plan

Won’t even ask for another, DJ Khaled you the best

I’m free styling no pen and pad to get this shit off my chest

Lettin this storm fly pass, I know this shit just a test

I’m dropping tears in the booth, I know this carpet getting wet

I just want some respect I feel like I ain’t blessed

Calculating every step ain’t playing checkers but chess

Better take cover I’m about to blow and they know that I’m next

I ain’t showin no more love so I’m giving them less

(Verse 2: YungBleau):

Catching cases on the regular basis two twin Glock

I started from marijuana I graduated to rocks

Convertible top hit the parking lot and turn heads

Every nigga play put about 20 grand on his head

I'm a pussy maker popper, that chopper go daca-daca

She gonna pop it on this dick with no hands like Waka Flocka

Call the coppers I ain’t scared to put in work

Lost too many real niggas and it hurt

Nigga never seen a hurst nigga, till I saw my dawg

Back against the wall I know they want to see me fall

Jail call from my nigga know he need it

Shots fired can’t believe I’m still breathing

That’s for niggas in the grave and I’m grieving

And every season I’m playing defense

Tryin catch your opps slippin boy you know your clock tickin

I am not skipping on the pot whipping yola

Whipping soda, till it’s over