TWINFLOW (feat. Zayhavin)

Bitch, I got her feelings hurt, then why the f*ck would you ask that The top too big for lil', she need to work on gettin' her ass fat Keep on Shachin my phone, she tryna look through my Snapchat And, I don't be doin'n nun wrong, I'm just tryin' to clap back The kid just focus on dream, but the bitch keep tryin' to make a scene Every time I let go, she distractin' me, I'm just tryin' to make MVP And the way she act, it's funny to me, like if she on magazine It's just been a whole day and she gohstin' me, I think it's time I leave Some of these niggas be lost in a bitch, They'll care boutta hoe but wont care about they bro All of these bitches be on my dick, But they wasn't locked in when the nigga was broke I was just down bad on my dick, Tryna count on some racks, tryna count on some dough I was like 15, feelin' like Pat Mahome, I was tryin' to get up, on the score Uh-huh, we want some more, get on the floor, We kick your door Uh-huh, We want your hoe, I f*ck your bitch, we front your bros Uh-huh, These niggas playin' bitch Ima soldier Im go, go, uh-huh, You think your bitch be on your side, but she gon' go Uh-huh, She gon' go, uh-huh, she givin throat, Uh-huh She touch her toes, uh-huh, that bitch rub me wrong That bitch did me wrong, I was too blind to see Now I got tunnel vision, Cant never let no bitch get close to me Bitch done got her feelings hurt, then why the f*ck would you ask that The top too big for Lil', she need to work, I'm gettin' her ass fat Keep up, snatchin my phone, she tryna look through my Snapchat And I don't be doin' nun wrong, I'm just tryna clap back The kid just focus on dream, but the bitch keep tryna make a scene Every time I let go, she distractin' me, I'm just tryna make MVP And the way she act is funny to me, like if she on magazine It's just been a whole day and she ghostin' me, I think it's time I leave Nettspend ay, I'm tryna get my dick wet, But it ain't worth reminiscin I'm tired of hoes, I'm tryna find a bitch that ain't got bad intentions But that's too rare, That's no fair, I'm just tryna catch up on what I'm missin Cash out, ball up like the Pistons, Get my drip up, gotta fly like a pigeon R.I.P. Zay, hope you fly up high, gotta mention your name, I just gotta pay homage Wasn't always friends, but we got real close, I just gotta be honest You saw the first kiss, with my last bitch, Never really think about it, That was on sad shit I was on that shit, I was on that shit, I was on that shit That was on sad shit