Music: Kaiit Waup/Mohamed Komba/Damian Smith/Jaydean Miranda/Michael Chan/Anthony Douglas
You had the audacity to leave your menthol cigarettes on the kitchen floor
You know how much I hate you smoking
And your asthma always acting up around 4
You're never really on my mind
I just think of you from time to time
Can finally say I'm sleeping well at night
Don't need weed singing me a lullaby
I feel like I'm your mama
'Cause it's so damn hard just to please you
But now it's not my problem
I got no more O.G. Luv Kush for you, boo
I feel like I'm your mama
'Cause it's so damn hard just to please you
But now it's not my problem
I got no more O.G. Luv Kush for you, boo
I wanna see you do nothing but the best
But in order to do that, I think it would be best
If I leave you on seen, block you off everything
Stop imagining that ring
I stopped the excessive drinking
Hoping that I see you on the weekend
Going on my girl's phone to check your timeline
Stalking all damn bitches that liked your profile
Liked your profile
Not anymore
I feel like I'm your mama
'Cause it's so damn hard just to please you
But now it's not my problem
I got no more O.G. Luv Kush for you, boo
I feel like I'm your mama
'Cause it's so damn hard just to please you
But now it's not my problem
I got no more O.G. Luv Kush for you, bo-boo
Luv Kush for you boo
No, you ain't that cool
And your breath smell like doo-doo
So hard to please you (Yes, I do though), boy, bye
I got no more O.G. Luv Kush for you
So hard to please you (So hard), boy, bye (Boy Bye)
I got no more O.G. Luv Kush for you boo, you boo
Boy, bye