Saint Laurent

Woah woah, yeah Woah woah, yeah Woah woah, yeah Woah woah, yeah She like to party So I be with it That shit makes me hurt, I'll admit it Like, all the late nights, yeah I miss it I'm tired of all of this fake shit Like, are you tryna keep it a buck? Cuz my feelings be keeping me stuck Baby you with me or what? Be my girl or whatever you want Drip you out in that new Saint Laurent I been trying to keep shit together But she not even givin a f*ck Fake niggas try do shit for what? On some real shit you all got me fucked Like, I'm tryna roll on the blunt Keep a stick I be fucking with guns But this shit aint always for fun That shit fucked me up in my lungs Why the f*ck would I leave you alone when the only thing keepin me stable was us? You lied and you breaking my trust  All I did was give you my love  And you broke that shit into pieces Like you never gave a f*ck about us She like to party So I be with it That shit makes me hurt, I'll admit it Like, all the late nights, yeah I miss it I'm tired of all of this fake shit Like, are you tryna keep it a buck? Cuz my feelings be keeping me stuck Baby you with me or what?