Yeah, I wrote this song for you, SOS can't pick up phones for you

You fucked my brother too, but I can't blame you, that's what hoes'll do

She tried to come back to me, I won't fuck again, she overthrew

Yeah, wrote this song for you, SOS can't pick up phones for you

You fucked my brother too, but I can't blame you, that's what hoes'll do

She tried to come back to me, I won't fuck again, she overthrew

Pops told me, sign my deal, the wind ain't holding you

Trying to show her a new way of living, Escalade—what the fuck, are they renting?

New York, they got the bougiest bitches, RT Charger, it's five percent tinted

I know you want me to hit the phone, but I'm out here spinning

Out all night running lights, tryna catch me a life, fuck **** know that we winning

I tried to pray up to God, but he never was answering, ****, I always been sinning

You can come be with the winners, lil' bae, let me hit from the front, let me see your face while I'm in it

I know you gon' hit the phone, but I ain't been bae in a minute

We was tryna score for the pape, do his ass with the Drake, hit his face when we spinning

I know you want me in the crib, bed got colder now

Treat me like a kid, 'cause what I did, oh, you got bolder now

Know I'm a demon child, get wild, I won't even blow it

Need your love, pray to God up above for hers, I'll get to show it

Yeah, wrote this song for you, SOS can't pick up phones for you

You fucked my brother too, but I can't blame you, that's what hoes'll do

She tried to come back to me, I won't fuck again, she overthrew

Pops told me, sign my deal, the wind ain't holding you

Trying to show her a new way of living, Escalade—what the fuck, are they renting?

New York, they got the bougiest bitches, RT Charger, it's five percent tinted

I know you want me to hit the phone, but I'm out here spinning

Out all night running lights, tryna catch me a life, fuck **** know that we winning

I tried to pray up to God, but he never was answering, ****, I always been sinning

You can come be with the winners, lil' bae, let me hit from the front, let me see your face while I'm in it

I know you gon' hit the phone, but I ain't been bae in a minute

We was tryna score for the pape, do his ass with the Drake, hit his face when we spinning

I know you want me in the crib, bed got colder now

Treat me like a kid, 'cause what I did, oh, you got bolder now

Know I'm a demon child, get wild, I won't even blow it

Need your love, pray to God up above for hers, I'll get to show it

I tried to pray up to God, but he never was answering, ****, I always was sinning