Love Letter To My Ex (feat. Thick Smoke)

I got the romance for my ex I that kinda romance having women think I'm next Up diamonds for you baby cuz we stuck I found in the mall it wasn't luck let's go shopping for the haters cuz it's up And if you niggas think I'm joking she is cuffed She calls me thick smoke in the bed Smoking kush When I'm with you I get a kinda I get a kinda rush I might just throw these hunnids onto you just because I might just pass you to my lil nigga called e luxe I'm with the shits I'm lit with my Cubana I'm with the shits I'll take her ass down to Havana My ex ain't scared of you my ex ain't compared to you She can fight you one on one, till the sun is done, ain't the only one Miss her every day I dream a picture of what we were supposed to be what we used to be what we need to be what we really could be All of those high school dreams all those kings and queens We were one that was you and me Stuck like glue stuck to the hip stuck like my Glock and my grip She already talking bout kids Temper tantrum While I throw on a fit