Four (feat. 3XIS)

You know you fuckin' with the wrong one I'm the right selection In love with how you walk around in love with your complexion I ain't never asked for much, baby, just give me the affection She gone call me, tell me that's wassup, and that the sex close to perfection Words powerful I learned my lesson I walk around, I'm looking for somebody Know I get to stepping, cold how they love a boy Cold, how they love a boy You watch me die I try to hide The fact that I cried for you You watch me die I try to hide The fact the I cried for you I can admit that I'm a little insecure But all I ever wanted was your love and nothing more And now my new hobby, collecting bodies, let them hit the floor My body cold to the touch, heart feel like the snow I got a new ring, new drip, tupac Celebrate my death when I die, you go, hoorah We get drunk off that, drink off that, Ciroc Now the sky real clear, wait, okay, the sky real clear So you come all in here, then I come all in you Then we gon' disappear You're scratching at my back while I'm moaning in your ear I'm holding you real tight cause you know that you my dear My dear, my dear my dear my My dear, my dear my My dear, my dear my Like what is trust Is it us or is it me Why is trust so hard to see Why is trust so hard to see Broken hearted, soul collecting, lover boy time reflecting How to f*ck I'm posed to be when I really hate my reflection Caught in my emotions, buy a diamond just to hide affections Self projection problems, causing drama, with your mom about me Okay, I'm seeing how you lying, that's a problem Who the f*ck that nigga in your comments Get him gone, then he gone, that's no problem Not till I seen you flicking up, you sent them hearts up in your comments Bitch, now why you lying On my momma, you can see you wasn't trying Won't hide the fact you was motherfucking lying I got the proof inside the pudding stirrup in, so you crying I hit his jack, he hit me back, I got connects I hit your phone, that bitch was just about your neck Now you talking out your neck, you sorry this, you sorry that Shut the f*ck up, lil' bitch, I'll still shoot you in your Hollon , that's a whole nother story I ain't finna get into that shit Let me stop, bitch