Lyrics: Noah Lafrance/Sean James Pitaro
Music: Noah Lafrance/Sean James Pitaro
Why did you expect from me
I thought you was meant for me, baby
Now she's all over my body, aye
I can't replace you with nobody else
The f*ck is going on?
Yeah, I miss you way more than I'd like to
You got my mind in a mess, like a typhoon
And now I wish that I never even liked you
It's for the best and my partner would've fly too
A-a white t-shirt on, in the back of the Benz, huh
Shawty, what you want? My friends poppin' Benz, huh
Drinkin' way too much, now my head's gettin' messed up
Saw you in the club, I heard you're ignoring my section
In-in my section
She hit my phone later that night, and we sextin
I heard your brody tryna fight, is he steppin
If he is, I'ma push up with my best friend, yeah
With my best friend, yeah, f*ck how you feelin
I'm just tryna get it right, for you nothin' is alright
With my best friend, yeah, f*ck how you feelin
And you want me up all night
If I'm not, you start a fight, baby
Why did you expect from me
I thought you was meant for me, baby
Now she's all over my body, aye
I can't replace you with nobody else
The f*ck is going on?