Nothin' (Give Up)

You're literally, like, so amazing, like I just look into your eyes (ThatsNyce) And I can't hold eye contact because I just feel like Feel like I'm in love (I'm Jewells, if you wanna know) Uh, got a bag but I'm trippin, there's somethin' missin And I can't stand the shit that they fuckin' listen Walk down on a hoe, bitch it ain't nothin F*ck it she hoeing, I guess I'm not cuffin Sweet boys talkin' that shit but they bluffin .44 Bulldog, the bitch get to jumpin Crashed out on a hoe, bitch it ain't nothin F*ck it, I did it sippin' robitussin Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh And I didn't mean to bring it up But I did and I guess I fucked up And you really just took it the wrong way I was trynna give you all that love I was trynna take you on that long way But the f*ck shit, I did it enough And I think it's bout' time I give up And I think it's bout' time I give up And I think it's bout' time I give up And I think it's bout' time I give up And I think it's bout' time I give up I was trynna give you all that love I was trynna give you all that love And I'm feelin' so drained by the shit that I do F*ck it, I'm losin' it, keepin' it cool The only thing up in my mind is that money That's why my face is always fuckin' blue Deposit this shit and bitches never knew Got a G43 and I switch up to the coupe B-Blackout on a hoe, bitch it ain't new With the same old bitches, with the same old moves Got a bag and I spent it, I started tweakin Told the bitch I don't give a f*ck bout' no reasons Cause I'm only just here and I want the pleasin Not to mention, I'm switchin' hoes every season And I'm really just losing myself Put the tip of the drac' on my head But I'm finna end up right in hell But I don't give a f*ck, bitch I'm dead Uh, got a bag but I'm trippin, there's somethin' missin And I can't stand the shit that they fuckin' listen Walk down on a hoe, bitch it ain't nothin F*ck it she hoeing, I guess I'm not cuffin Sweet boys talkin' that shit but they bluffin .44 Bulldog, the bitch get to jumpin Crashed out on a hoe, bitch it ain't nothin F*ck it, I did it sippin' robitussin Got a bag but I'm trippin, there's somethin' missin And I can't stand the shit that they fuckin' listen Walk down on a hoe, bitch it ain't nothin F*ck it she hoeing, I guess I'm not cuffin Sweet boys talkin' that shit but they bluffin .44 Bulldog, the bitch get to jumpin Crashed out on a hoe, bitch it ain't nothin F*ck it, I did it sippin' robitussin (F*ck it, I did it sippin' robitussin)