[Intro]
Mm, mm
Yeah, yeah, it's a lot—, mm (Rok on the track, yeah) (Hmm)
It's a lot, hurt
Mm, mm
It hurt, lot hurts
I be gettin' hurt
I be gettin' hurt (Mm-mm)
When you lie, I'm hurt (Mm-mm)
When you lie, I'm hurt (Uh, uh)
I don't wanna make no— (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus]
When you lie, I'm hurt (Yeah), I don't know how I'mma make this work
Why am I lyin'? It hurt (Why), this shit gon' make it worse (I know)
Yeah, I tried, and I swear, I keep poppin' these Percs' (Why?)
Yeah, and I don't care (Don't), yeah, but I think I'm cursed (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, we so stuck, like Saint Laurent (Oh), put her hair up in a bun
Floor got racks, yeah, a bunch, we can't kick it, have no fun
Side hoe better from the back, main hoe better from the front
I can't tell you if it started, yeah, this shit has just begun (Begun, yeah)
[Verse]
Yeah, joggin' to the bank but matter of fact, I might go run (Uh-uh)
If I'm choosin' to light up, then I'm gon' only smoke on Runtz (Yeah, only, okay, Runtz)
Look like, "Wait", I'm like, "What?"
Yeah, I'm runnin' off this mud (This mud), yeah, it's on, yeah
No, you not with us (Yeah-yeah, with me)
We don't give no fucks (Fucks)
"'Fuck you always jump the gun?" Yeah, talkin' like you wouldn't, yeah
Hotter than the Sun, yeah (Uh)
Keep it one to one, yeah (Uh)
Run it up for fun, yeah (Uh-uh)
I do what I want, yeah (Uh)
Off this Oxy', might lose my mind, mm-mm, yeah (Yeah)
I'm so high, might call my side, mm, woah, yeah (Uh)
You know that she not down to ride, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Shit gon' be hard to [?], mm, mm (Uh, uh)
It's a lot, yeah, I got my gun to my lap, I let it ride (Skrrt)
It got German engineering in the hood, this shit so loud now (Loud)
Do not let me do it, I swear to God, I'm 'bout to wild out
Watch out what you doin', yeah, forgot that you allowed now
[Chorus]
When you lie, I'm hurt (Yeah), I don't know how I'mma make this work
Why am I lyin'? It hurt (Why), this shit gon' make it worse (I know)
Yeah, I tried, and I swear, I keep poppin' these Percs' (Why?)
Yeah, and I don't care (Don't), yeah, but I think I'm cursed (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, we so stuck, like Saint Laurent (Oh), put her hair up in a bun
Floor got racks, yeah, a bunch, we can't kick it, have no fun
Side hoe better from the back, main hoe better from the front
I can't tell you if it started, yeah, this shit has just begun (Begun, yeah)
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