Letter to You (feat. Ray Marie)

Like (Like) (Like) Damn, How you gon hit up my ex, In her DM you showin her text Got her calling me saying she vexed Saying she Lit, She sending me threats, You my lady but don't disrespect, Went from kissing and grabbing your neck To me thinking bout grabbing the tek Shit, I was thinking you keeping it low All them pics that you took just to post All it took was a snap now she ghost Why my side chick doing the most While I'm at the club I'm trying to host She hacking my page, she lookin for hoes Like, Why not shut the f*ck up, Just sit the f*ck down, And do what you told, Like (Facts) Ain't got no time for this Thought you was gon be my bottom bitch At brunch sip champagne bottomless Now a nigga just gotta say bye to this Like Ain't got no time for this Thought you was gon be my bottom bitch At brunch sip champagne bottomless Now a nigga just gotta say bye to this Like Like please I ain't got no time to be popping shit Boy are you dumb? If I ain't give a f*ck do you think I would really be bothered with it? Bothered isn't, what it was, See it's a little bit more than that Claim that you love me & then you would dub me You say you sorry and I'm running back Like uh, No Madden, Guessing what we had don't matter, Messing with my head, mad hatter, It ain't funny, but Im laughing Gotta do it just to keep from crying should've known cause your ass be lying Clocked it like the time on the wall Didn't know that you'd be our downfall Ain't got no time for this Thought you was gon be my bottom bitch At brunch sip champagne bottomless Now a nigga just gotta say bye to this Like Ain't got no time for this Thought you was gon be my bottom bitch At brunch sip champagne bottomless Now a nigga just gotta say bye to this Like