Lyrics: Bobby K Caldwell
Music: Derrick Donte Miller
My lil baby in the bay
Try get me out streets
**** I’m posed to
Been on it since a teen
Decade and a half
Got a nigga on E
Niggas owe
Bitches owe
Can’t let em hoe me
When I’m gone
Know They gon
When I’m gone
Know they blame it on me
Say you want
Me to stay at home
And play house
But I don’t see it
Exotic strands
Been bringing bands
And buying bags
It's more than you see
If you put me throught the blender
Then you prolly gon leave
I can't give you my heart
You know that shit on my sleeve
Shit get tight
Still want me to spoil yo exotic ass
Prolly put a Prada fast
You don’t like the sound of that
Percocеt in my bloodstream
This is not a tab
Habits from the trap
Will I relapsе
Trynna count it fast
What I'm posed to do
When I need help and you not around
It was all yeah, yeah, yeah
Now my side of town
Don't even get to see your face no more
It was supposed to be forever
But it ain't no more
Why
Why
Why you lie
Telling me things
Like
How you gon slide on the weekend
Why you being weird to me
Baby used to bring all of your tears to me
Beat up the pussy up
Breaking down fears with me
Now I'm starting to regret
How I let you near to me
Put it on the grid
Let you know how I feel
Gave all I can
What you trynna give to me?
Pain trauma drama?
How about a title?
Thats my woman
Better yet, Wifey
No she ain't my babymama
Ahh
That's what it's supposed to be
I'm just trynna get closer
Trynna keep you close to me
Want me out the streets
But who gon move this dope for me
Is it you?
You gon crunch when it's getting close for me?
I just got a load
And it look like ovaltine
I can't even hit the road
I been going 0 for 3
Yea it might be in my head
But I think they notice me
Who I'm kidding
Them niggas know it's me
My lil baby the in bay
Try get me out streets
**** I’m posed to
Been on it since a teen
Decade and a half
Got a nigga on E
Niggas owe
Bitches owe
Can’t let em hoe me
When I’m gone
Know They gon
When I’m gone
Know they blame it on me
Say you want
Me to stay at home
And play house
But I don’t see it
Exotic strands
Been bringing bands
And buying bags
It's more than you see
If you put me throught the blender
Then you prolly gon leave
I can't give you my heart
You know that shit on my sleeve
Shit get tight
Still want me to spoil yo exotic ass
Prolly put a Prada fast
You don’t like the sound of that
Percocet in my bloodstream
This is not a tab
Habits from the trap
Will I relapse
Trynna count it fast
Trynna count it fast
Baby know I'm trynna count it fast
Trynna count it fast
What I do when I'm down to my last?
It was supposed to be forever
But it ain't no more
Why
Why you lie
Telling me things