Texts Shot... Names Tatted (Interlude)

I'm in your city

Hit me up

For real

Damn, yeah

In yo' city hit you like, what's up

Green bubble shawty

Damn, what the fuck though

I hit your friend, she hit me back like, boy you nuts

Yeah

I hit your friend

You hit me back

Ben, what the fuck

Yeah, In yo' city hit you like, what's up

Blue faces in my pocket

Cause I'm up though

And I hit your line, you don't pick up

Fuck that other **** cause he suck though

And we in foreign whips

When the last time that **** took you on a foreign trip

He been sleepin' on you, yeah, that **** on some

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You expect me to be this head over heels, gullible, vulnerable little female that I was two

Years ago

And I'm not her

I've grown up

I've learned a lot

And I simply won't let nobody walk all over me

So now that you feel like you are ready

You expect for me to just drop what I'm doing

And cater to you, and it just does not work like that

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Goodbye

Yeah

Yeah

For real

Yeah

Damn

We back to the telly

Champagne on ice for you

Walk-in shower

Ima turn it up nice for you

Know you like it hot

So let me heat it up

You know I wasn't lyin' when I said I wanna to taste you for real

Top flo' ****

So you know I got the view for you

**** never due for you, late fees

**** never let you in

Always tryna gatekeep

Poppin' shit, rubbin' bands all in your hands

Baby girl, you deserve that shit

Played volleyball in college

I can tell by how you serve that shit

Full-time job

I can tell by how you work that shit

Baby, tell me that it's mine

Make it real, let's confirm that shit

Make it real, let's confirm that shit

For real, get my name tatted

No, I'm playin' but for real, though

Get a neck tatt so they can see it

Never kick it with them ****

Mike Jack, tell them boys to beat it, for real

Get my name tatted

No, I'm playin' but for real, though

Get a neck tatt so they can see it

Never kick it with them ****

Mike Jack, tell them boys to beat it, for real

I told her I'm big dawg like a pit bull

Them **** ain't built like, nah

Them **** don't build you up

Them **** don't fuck you right

Foreign whips, red guts, match the red lip

No stick shit, we sport mode, she gon' ride Benz though

Twenty-three off the six, King Me

Baby girl, you deserve that shit

Played volleyball in college

I can tell by how you serve that shit

Full-time job

I can tell by how you work that shit

Baby, tell me that it's mine

Make it real, let's confirm that shit

Make it real, let's confirm that shit

And get my name Tatted

Get my name Tatted

Get my name Tatted, yeah

Get my name Tatted, ayy

For real