Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Krept & Konan
Krept & Konan
Vocals
Jhené Aiko
Jhené Aiko
Vocals
KRS
KRS
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casyo Johnson
Casyo Johnson
Composer
Karl Wilson
Karl Wilson
Composer
Christopher Allen
Christopher Allen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KRS
KRS
Producer
Rachet
Rachet
Recording Engineer
ADP
ADP
Mixing Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You keep doing me how you want You just might end up all alone But be careful, lower your tone I know it's bitches in your phone I ain't the type, let a nigga run all on my shit A nigga crazy, it's just because all the love that I give You keep doing me how you want I'm steady writing down your wrongs You need to slow down Whatcha mean: What's my password? Go put my phone down I didn't know you was crazy But girl I know now You heard someone in the background That's why you drove round Like Konan when she hiding Lately been off, arguing with me 'cause Your friends keep sending you screenshots And I don't wanna argue but then when I ask you Where you always hear shit, there's someone in the bathroom You know I ain't with the mix up So go tell your bredrins to fix up 'Cause it's always the same ones Say I've got girls but can't name none You keep doing me how you want You just might end up all alone But be careful, lower your tone I know it's bitches in your phone I ain't the type, let a nigga run all on my shit A nigga crazy, it's just because all the love that I give You keep doing me how you want I'm steady writing down your wrongs So many ways, your heart broke in so many ways And I'm the one to blame, that's what so many say I hate your friends with a passion I hate your friends with a passion Always in your ears but ain't had a man for years But they stay steady gassing One time, one time Can you do this for me one time, one time Can you give a nigga one sign, one sign That you remember the fun times, fun times You think I'm one two-timing You come through wilding My Instagram you signed in Like: Who's DM's you slide in? Now you hella gassed That garbage excuse all men are trash You keep doing me how you want You just might end up all alone But be careful, lower your tone I know it's bitches in your phone I ain't the type, let a nigga run all on my shit A nigga crazy, it's just because all the love that I give You keep doing me how you want I'm steady writing down your wrongs I get smoked because I always feel you're faded But that's cool and I'm cool 'cause I've been fading It's kinda hard but I can't keep chasing All this time you've been running, I've been sitting waiting You keep doing me how you want You just might end up all alone But be careful, lower your tone I know it's bitches in your phone
Writer(s): Casyo Valentine Johnson, Karl Wilson, Jhene Aiko Chilombo, Benjahmin Singh-reynolds, Allen Christopher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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