@ Heart

Yeah

Call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (Yeah)

I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches

I still love you, okay, I got you in my prayers and wishes

And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready

And I don't know if I can trust you, gotta hold me steady (Oh, yeah)

Gotta hold me steady (Uh-huh)

Gotta make sure I'm not fallin'

Yeah, I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, lil' ho, I'm all in

I say I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on 'em

And, yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call him

I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw him

All these racks stuffed in the Brink's trucks, we bring 'em in, we haul 'em

I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all it

Where you at? Call my phone, push up on me

Boy, I hate these ****, they so lame, yeah, they so phony (So what? Oh, yeah)

I can't hang with no pig-ass ****, yeah, they bologna

I just came in the spot dripped, designer on me

I know you see me, I know you see it (Yeah)

Broke, I don't wanna be that

Nosy-ass **** wanna know where I be at

**** wanna know where I eat at

**** wanna know where I sleep at

Huh, get-ran-ass **** tryna relay

Put the beats on that **** like BNYX

With a rich-ass ho, let's have rich sex

I'm on DND, that's why I miss texts

My crazy-ass twin got Kel-Tecs

Like, why would I quit? I ain't fail yet

Like, why would I quit? I ain't die yet

Been told these **** it's my year

We full-court pressin' a rookie

We full-court pressin' these pussies

ARP, it's chrome and it's cookie

And I'm big dog, give a fuck 'bout no bully

Designer cardigan motherfuckin' wooly

Treat the car like a toy, come to life like it's Woody

Left hand on my cup, right hand on her goodies

And we tryna push up, okay, 'cause you ready

The gas is from Canada, this shit got me deady

And I'm tryna fuck on this ho if she let me

These **** can't overlook me

'Cause I'm too fly, 'cause I'm too high, 'cause I'm too rich

And I'm a Ball Hog, yeah, and I promise that I'm gon' die about that shit

And I was gon' give you the world, but you must had not want that shit

I be saying that I hate her, but swear to God, I love this bitch

Call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (Yeah)

I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches

I still love you, okay, I got you in my prayers and wishes

And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready

And I don't know if I can trust you, gotta hold me steady (Oh, yeah)

Gotta hold me steady (Uh-huh)

Gotta make sure I'm not fallin'

Yeah, I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, lil' ho, I'm all in

I say I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on 'em

And, yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call him

I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw him

All these racks stuffed in the Brink's trucks, we bring 'em in, we haul 'em

I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all it

And, yeah, I love my— I get happy when I—