braided

You knew from the jump I was player Thought you could cuff, thought you could change me You needed room, I made it look spacious Now this shit dead, here go the arrangements Hold up, wait, let me explain it That's part of the problem, you so damn impatient How you so quick to run your ass home You already know we ain't covered the bases Grown, but you actin' like a kid, bring a ID I swear you ain't gon' find another real nigga like me Low key, no, top lock, bitch, high key Ask JT, for the tears you could cry me Should've known not to try me Should've knew that that bread didn't take long to loaf I'm used to the water, you stay in the afloat Saying you don't like games, but you play them the most Go 'head, grab a headset Always online when your friends at I thought you said you can't stand that Sit down with that shit, I can't stand cap If you don't like something, then change it I'm not gon' chase you, find a replacement Thought we was locked, then it detangled My head in her lap, gotta get my shit braided Tell her like Can I get braided Cut a bitch off, get her tapered I think it's safer to focus on paper Now go get some Ho go get some Bro, go get some paper I pulled up back in my hood, I hopped back in the streets Back in my bag, but I'm back out of reach Back out of sight, I'll be back in a blink You think you sugar and spice, bitch, you chemical X Key start the car, I ain't finna be pressed Turn off my maps, it ain't shit to address When I blow out the candles, I wish you the best Can't give respect, now I'm payin' respects Hope that you take it respectfully Girl math is gettin' beside of yourself Bur hopin' that it get you next to me Sorry, no maamski You played with a king, you ain't fancy enough Started in park, now this bitch in reverse Everything that I said, now I'm backin' it up Smilin' like, why you so serious When I said period, I won't be back in a month Thinkin' you know where we stood Like you need help on your feet, now I'm standing you up Showed you a hill, but you wanted a cliff Compared me to shit that don't even exist Told you I wanted a block on my phone Don't shoot down my block, tryna peek through the tint At do-dirty house, I been keepin' it P Aware of the cost, had to keep the receipts Opened her door, had the key to the streets Now I'm back on the porch with a comb and some grease, like Can I get braided Cut a bitch off, get her tapered I think it's safer to focus on paper Now go get some Ho go get some Bro, go get some paper I pulled up back in my hood, I hopped back in the streets Back in my bag, but I'm back out of reach Back out of sight, I'll be back in a blink