Bad Terms

Too many bands Ride like a two door eh eh Say she want do more eh Why you being so mean Baby im asking you I know them niggas aint There for you Like I was too they aint There for you You fucking with him for what You talking shit to me What the f*ck You know im just trynna f*ck All night long all in the guts All we do is argue an Fuss an f*ck but its okay Im still gone keep living these Mother fucking better days I love my sister naeza ugh We getting straight to The paper ugh Yes I am Bitches aint on shit ugh F*ck around hit a nigga in the ugh Walk down Icant say too much But you know what the f*ck I clutch forty forty forty Forty on me I bang it Thirty round clip on me And its hanging Yo bitch on my dick and she know im slanging Beat the pussy up all night I be ranging But I don't got time for hoes So i be asking you I know that nigga a hoe What the f*ck he asking you That nigga a bitch eww I a sick the bad bitch on you To get the drop F*ck riding round with the Mother fucking chop Quin in this bitch riding Round with the Drake F*ck nigga make me made He don't play Ugh ugh ugh freestyling She in my d m s trynna be mean In shit for what Im just trynna ugh bitch you know I'm trynna ugh That whats in yo head so thats What you gone think im Trynna ugh Man I miss my nigga ugh Just me an you Yeah ugh Girl you know you beautiful Look in yo eyes I see a angel Ugh ugh an a demon too I aint even gone hold you i gotta keep it real with you Yeah ugh huh you aint The one for me Baby I ugh we having fun baby But its okay I learned alot from you Have better days if I try too That shit aint gone work ugh I need some lean Aint had no more since I Was with my nigga I need some more feel like i want To pull that trigger And niggas know they hoes They mind blown I thought forsho she was The one o no Dont trust a hoe I said Never trust a hoe Like Juice wrld wrote Never trust a hoe All bitches is the same Always let her go Let her go let her go