Ok, I'm in my bag again, but my bitch actin' bad again

Why this shit keep happenin, told me that she miss me too then she just took it back again

Girl, you got my heart locked up, it feel like this shit caged in

You keep on puttin' up them walls, better hope that they don't cave in

I'm not even hot right now, I ain't been stoned in ages

All these stones I'm carryin' around, I feel just like a caveman

Put you in Bottega, maybe David Yurman

Don't need to see the tag, baby girl, you know you earned it

She mad I'm in fast lane, kept giving you chances

That should be your last name, oh wait, let me switch the topic

Treat you like a top pick, but baby, you was not it

Guess I shoulda fact checked, now I got a backtrack

All this weight up on my shoulders like I got a backpack

My FN is matte black, it don't got no attachments

See it think of you, cause it don't got no attachments

Okay, I'm in my bag again, but my bitch actin' bad again

Why this shit keep happenin, told me that she miss me too then she just took it back again

Girl, you got my heart locked up, it feel like this shit caged in

You keep on puttin' up them walls better hope that they don't cave in

I'm not even high right now, I ain't been stoned in ages

All these stones I'm carryin' around, I feel just like a caveman

Thought you was a class act, you crossed me like a hashtag

Feelings gone in two weeks, swear that shit so classic

I might read your message when it ain't shit to laugh at

Ooh girl, I can't stand your ass, I swear I'm on my last leg

Said you want a song, well here it go, this your song, baby

Said you can't see us, long term, well move along, baby

Up there at the top, look around and I'm alone, baby

Tell me that you playing, just like Carly, call my phone, baby

Call my phone

Just call my phone