Side Bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah She understands me, she knows me, yo Yeah, yo I said, honestly, the truth is, I'm no good But she understands me, she knows that I'm in the middle of the streets and it's no good You know I deal with a lot as a grown man You know when we're in the sheets, it feels so good She light the candles and switch on the slow jams My baby said she want a romance, a road man She make a nigga wanna switch up the program You know, hold hands Slow dance, cold champs, no pants Nice meal, sounds good but I'm on my grind still My nigga told me that he needs five bills I said, nigga, I don't even need five mil 'Cause I need ten M's, baby, that's eight figures That's why I'm so in love wit' your eight figure That's why I gotta leave when the cake hit up That's why I ain't pick up Cah we already been through this before Keep telling me to leave, girl, then I'm gonna walk through the door They say, there's a thin line between love and hate, mi amor And I think I understand now cah this shit feel like a war You know what it's like to just to deal with the raw Pyrex broke, lost a four in the door You ever count ten bags four times 'cause a hundred was short Now I gotta count every time 'cause a hundred was short One mash, put my brothers under the court One M, put my niggas under the jail And trust me, they ain't getting love from a girl 'Cause one mistake and you're done in my world (In my world) Uh, I got a question for my side bitch If I ended up in prison, would you ride it If I ever hit the bottom, would you climb it And if I ever lost my mind, would you find it 'Cause I been going through this shit silent The last lover I knew broke my trust And are you really tryna end up like I did Uh, got a question for my side bitch Got a question for my side bitch And it ain't 'cause you're a side, it's 'cause you're my bitch Got a question for my side bitch Got a question for my side bitch And you ain't a side because you're right beside me I mean, honestly, truthfully She doin' things that they don't do for me I mean jail visits, baby, come through for me I mean OT, baby lick shoots for me And when I'm givin' her the screech, she put the juice on me Kinda sex that make her wanna have a youth with me That's how it used to be Now it's kinda feelin' like you ain't used to me It ain't new to me, I'm used to this You know my yac's the chaser so lose the mixer I'm used to mix up Going through my ex's Insta, like, ooh I wanna sex the picture Which one, which one Coulda been my sweet one, coulda been my street one Coulda been my clean one, or was it my mean one Coulda been my freak one Do I need five, do I need one I'm a prick, I know, I know I make you sick, I know, I know You hate me, I know, I know It's like these bitches want me in a complication I ain't got a girl, I got situations And somehow this got me in a situation, but here's the main thing Uh, I got a question for my side bitch If I ended up in prison, would you ride it If I ever hit the bottom, would you climb it And if I ever lost my mind, would you find it 'Cause I been going through this shit silent The last lover I knew broke my trust And are you really tryna end up like I did Uh, got a question for my side bitch Got a question for my side bitch And it ain't 'cause you're a side, it's 'cause you're my bitch Got a question for my side bitch Got a question for my side bitch And you ain't a side because you're right beside me She understands me, she knows