Lyrics: Baby Keyy
Music: Baby Keyy
My name really bussin'
Glock on me, keep a Russian
****ed up in the function
Missing you, baby, we was somethin'
I was really on my dumb shit
Should've never even done it
I don't really got no time, bae, and you keep making these assumptions, okay
The things that we do ain't the same
Messed up so many times, but I changed, for the better
And I know you don't need me, and I know that it hurts
Let me take you to the mall, buy you a new Prada purse
And I know what you want, and I know what's your wort, uh, uh
Lately I've been trippin, but I swear I've been learnin', uh, uh
Money on my mind, but you still in my world, yeah
Like why we always gotta argue? (That shit crazy)
I don't really wanna argue no more
I just wanna know where you been, what you on?
We've been on and off, baby
I don't wanna feel lost, baby
My name really bussin'
Glock on me, keep a Russian
****ed up in the function
Missing you, baby, we was something
I was really on my dumb shit
Should've never even done it
I don't really got no time, bae, and you keep making these assumptions