Me & Mines

Look Huh In my head I just gotta move tact Shit ain't sweet so I cannot relax Once again They were bro But you still getting stabbed in ya back So much fakes that I can not keep track Always looking so I can not lack If you weird Gotta go Tired of niggas that put up a act At the function gang blow up my phone who is this I get closer and look at the pic Who that nigga With my bitch Why that nigga straight touching my chick And my gang getting ready cause we gotta hit Don't move scary cause nigga you really not slick You be knowing what you tryna do aint no trick Whats the word Cause i'm strict Think you sneaky But you not All in her dms I blew up the spot She acting freaky but she not Send me the addy we come make it hot No respect for my bro cause you stay acting wock You can hit up these hoes and then get your lil top And I swear I move cold cause you niggas dont stop And that nigga still talking I hit up his top Look When you know when its me and my shawty its action I aint really got time for the games I aint laughin Just my heart and my soul and I swear its my passion Say you better than me man I can not imagine When she step in the spot know she see my reaction Man she really that cute when she drippin in fashion Look so good in the face that she cause a distraction Took a pic do know what we writing for captions Me and mines P.I.C Partner in crime How it be On baecation we travel the sea Ain't no nigga come bothering me Ain't nobody comparing to she Beef with her then you fighting with me Us together 2 make it a we Brownskin baddie but lighter than me Say she melanin all in the face Just like Pepsi all in the waist Us two alone so we mash up the place When I get in no standing up straight When I hit it I smack on the cake In her mood aint no telling her wait When we gone better give us our space She aint quiet you hear that shit break In my head I just gotta move tact Shit ain't sweet so I cannot relax Once again They were bro But you still getting stabbed in ya back So much fakes that I can not keep track Always looking so I can not lack If you weird Gotta go Tired of niggas that put up a act At the function gang blow up my phone who is this I get closer and look at the pic Who that nigga With my bitch Why that nigga straight touching my chick And my gang getting ready cause we gotta hit Don't move scary cause nigga you really not slick You be knowing what you tryna do aint no trick Whats the word Cause i'm strict Think you sneaky But you not All in her dms I blew up the spot She acting freaky but she not Send me the addy we come make it hot No respect for my bro cause you stay acting wock You can hit up these hoes and then get your lil top And I swear I move cold cause you niggas dont stop And that nigga still talking I hit up his top