Yeah, the sun's out

All of the hoes out

I got post-traumatic stress from these girls now

I don't wanna talk to hoes, they don't have souls

I've been in the street with my headphones on

I get random flashbacks about my ex

My homeboys tell me to move on, I tell 'em, "I can't"

I've been in my head thinking about bread

I've been in my head thinking about her

I can't seem to move on, it still hurts

I've been at funeral homes, thinking about death

I've been laying down, thinkin' 'bout us

Once upon a time, yeah, I was happy

Once upon a time, I was so distracted

I don' got attached

Ended up being a hashtag

Fuck a bitch body

It's called, "emotional attraction"

I've been moving forward, I'm not losing traction

All these **** wanna fuck bitches

I just wanna genuine connection

Yuh, yuh, yuh

I'm not talking 'bout a T-Mobile connection

All these bitches suck, just like Boost Mobile's connection

I just wanna bad lil thing

Bad lil bih

I just wanna buy a big ring and put it on her finger

She asked me, "How are you different?", "Why you wanna be in the picture?"

I just told her, "You gon' have to find out for yourself, you gon' solve the riddle"

All these **** my age getting fried, they don't even use a griddle

It's sad how they get high, and they can't even remember

It's sad how they get fried, and their eyes get red

Yeah, their eyes get red

They make they mamma sad

Yeah, the sun's out

All of the hoes out

I got post-traumatic stress from these girls now

I don't wanna talk to hoes, they don't have souls

I've been in the street with my headphones on

I get random flashbacks about my ex

My homeboys tell me to move on, I tell 'em, "I can't"

I've been in my head thinking about bread

I've been in my head thinking about her

I can't seem to move on, it still hurts

I've been at funeral homes, thinking about death

I've been laying down, thinkin' 'bout us

Once upon a time, yeah, I was happy

Once upon a time, I was so distracted

I don' got attached

Ended up being a hashtag

Fuck a bitch body

It's called, "emotional attraction"

I've been moving forward, I'm not losing traction

All these **** wanna fuck bitches

I just wanna genuine connection

Yuh, yuh, yuh

I'm not talking 'bout a T-Mobile connection

All these bitches suck, just like Boost Mobile's connection

I just wanna bad lil thing

Bad lil bih

I just wanna buy a big ring and put it on her finger

She asked me, "How are you different?", "Why you wanna be in the picture?"

I just told her, "You gon' have to find out for yourself, you gon' solve the riddle"

All these **** my age getting fried, they don't even use a griddle

It's sad how they get high, and they can't even remember

It's sad how they get fried, and their eyes get red

Yeah, their eyes get red

They make they mamma sad