I Dont Mean It

Uh oh, dinero

Cashkelly on the track, boy

I hate you, you a bitch

Had to let a pussy **** go

(Fuck out my face, get up out my face)

Don't call on my mans

You should know how it go

(Call my man, dog. Cut them **** off)

You got no bitches, got no hoes

Got no motion, got no clothes

(I feel bad for that ****, I feel bad)

Give me back all my drip

Give me back all my clothes

Had to lie bout that dick, cause that shit was a blow

(Shit was trash yea, shit was trash)

And I'm sorry, I don't mean it

And I'm sorry, I don't mean it

Why you lied, had me dreamin'

You forgot I am demon

I was fuckin' suckin' on yo semen

Now you know

If you move on, I'm against it baby

Slide, pistol whip 'em wit my pole

Hit yo friends, now they want me

Shootin' shots, free throw

Now you be fuckin' 'em raw

Tryna forget about it and I get that

I just be gettin' the money

Bitch I ain't fuckin' **** for a getback

You did bad, ****

Go head and think about it and just sit back

Feel like a dyke, I got that strap

Posted right up in my backpack

I got yo lo, and I be stalkin'

And you know I had to track that

Matter fact, I had to back that

Fucked around and made a diss track

I hate you, you a bitch

Had to let a pussy **** go

(Fuck out my face, get up out my face)

Don't call on my mans

You should know how it go

(Call my man, dog. Cut them **** off)

You got no bitches, got no hoes

Got no motion, got no clothes

(I feel bad for that ****, I feel bad)

Give me back all my drip

Give me back all my clothes

Had to lie bout that dick, cause that shit was a blow

(Shit was trash yea, shit was trash)

And I'm sorry, I don't mean it