Big Mood/Enough

You got me pulling up

All in my feelings tryna get physical

You playing games I'm playing with you though

I got **** that's willing to spend whatever

If I just give a call

You got hoes, but bitches pitiful

Never been jealous cuz jealous bitches be selfish

And I ain't blocking my blessings

I'm reading all of yo texts

Just caught a flight out in Texas

Coolin' with one of my exes

And he got money too

You gone make me flex while he in front of you

You gone make me kiss 'em and let 'em grab on dis booty like he wanted to

And beat it down the block just like a drummer do

Braddrumpum pump pum pum on you

See now I'm on yo' top cuz you a goofy dude

Fuckin' up yo thoughts just like a roofie do

I'm groovy too

And I know a **** wanna see just what this booty do

Spin in circles drop it to the floor just like a hula hoop

Yeah you thought you had all of the hoes but I got groupies too

Rosco with the snot all on his nose, I pulled a you on you

You know you lucked up

No you can't come through

Cuz he might pop up

I'm on these shots

I'm gone

You know I'm fucked up, but I ain't fucked up about ya

Know you love talkin to ya homeboys about me

I'm too on to let a fuck boy doubt me

Rule #1 don't let a broke boy around me

Rule #2 you better know it's all about me

You know you lucked up

No you can't come through

Cuz he might pop up

I'm on these shots

I'm gone

You know I'm fucked up but I ain't fucked up about ya

Know you love talkin to ya homeboys about me

I'm too on to let a fuck boy doubt me

Rule #1 don't let a broke boy around me

Rule #2 you better know it's all about me

What's up bitch?

Girl let me tell you bout ya boy cuz he really got me fucked up

He 'round this hoe tryna play like we him and her when he ain't even him

You is not playing yo role my boy

What I'm supposed to do?

Write the script and hand it to you too?

Girl you know how these **** be, but Krisco? What yo **** talking bout?

Yall never thought I was fucked up

About a ****

And a **** knew I wasn't ever fucked up bout 'em

I might be fucked up but I aint never fucked up 'bout it

One thing about it, I'm never fucked up bout it

Fuck you talkin 'bout

Girl you play too much, but ima have to call yall right back

My **** calling me

Hennessy in my cup

I said I wouldn't drink too much

Said I wouldn't smoke too much

You know I say a lot of stuff

Now you got me pullin' up.

I wish I didn't feel so stuck

Stuck

I wish I knew when enough was enough

I wish I knew when enough was enough

I wish I knew when enough was enough

I wish I knew when enough was enough