Plenty Stories // Bad Timing

I been missing calls, I get sick of y’all I got niggas that hit me up when they need a loan I got women I open up to and lead em on I need shorties thats gon resemble a nia long I need shorties that got a mouth piece like keisha cole I need paper You need bitches I see haters Don’t need friendship Niggas sketchy No description I ain’t snitchin, I been living You been dying, truth be told you niggas lyin My watch don’t tick it be shinin' Bitches call me I decline it Weed to loud but I need silence Shhh, be quiet I love women I’m so biased I hate when they indecisive Blur the vision I’m divided Callin’ up tha wrong shorties when I be leavin’ tha club She think she the baddest in the world, I think she a dub Said that I could never see myself like the way that I was I hear plenty stories bout my life they be making shit up Had a talk wit’ bro tha other night we ain’t making enough Brodie got tha stendo on tha side he be taping it up Shorty get tha stendo from behind now she thank she in love Yea, yea I hear plenty stories bout my life I cant wait to discuss She crop out tha negatives so now shorty think she a plus If I say fugg em, my nigga fugg em so take it as such I got plenty niggas outta reach but we stayin’ in touch I don’t gotta front when I’m on camera and fake like I’m tough Even tho I’m faded niggas know I drank in my cup I hear plenty stories I know it’s times you be callin’ my phone and I be watchin it ring Yea Every saturday I be out wit’ my dawgs know I ain’t missing a thing Yea I’m tryina be on tha scene, you tryina make us a thing I think you live in a dream Yea You keep on callin’ me king, you think that makes you my queen Feel like we never in sync Your mother named you brittany, face like whitley I know you get caught up in emotions I don’t be responding to yo messages you always say I’m childish girl we only gettin’ older Yea Back when I was dealing with j***** and I got my heart broken I could never get tha closure Heard you taking shots at me now, got a bar at tha crib and you know it’s always open So pull up you can sip sumn wit’ me Leave out feelings, pull yo hair leave out inches Got yo weave out I been mixing got my feelings on my sleeves now It ain’t genuine but girl whats in those jeans now Things I usually leave out Things I usually Don’t know why you cryin’ Know you cant deal wit tha fact I be lyin Don’t need no shorty girl, it’s just bad timing It’s just bad timing I be out wit' my niggas girl its jus bad timing Got to many bitches girl it's jus bad timing You know how we livin' girl its jus bad timing It's jus bad timing