Sta Deal

She ask me is we done, that's the deal Come on is you serious, shit for real Bust down on my neck and my watch just for fun She thinking that I'm loyal, bitch is you dumb Can't even count the carats on my neck shit stupid She say that she in love, she stupid Get a bag every day spend it on the same thing She really think I love her, hoe it's just a ring Big bag everyday, I get it and I blew it Didn't know that I was cheating, her friend still knew it Intoxicated off this henny yeah I'm feeling kinda waved You fell in love with getting played, I fell in love with getting paid You falling off kinda steep You in her DMs I'm in her guts kinda deep You singing like some motherfucking bitch Lil Peep Dior on my feet but my shirt still cheap Bad bitch on my line Sparked 2 zoots I can't even tell the time It's like lime in my zoot shit taste Carribean Bad bitch from Bahamas taste like Carribean We on the same vibe and she dancing on the floor 12 On my case still, knocking on the door In my feelings again that's why I pour another 4 Paranoid, that's why I'm gripping on the 4 Never on a break getting bread since a teen They gave my brother a month and my other 16 Five-Seven, and a Glock 17 Big 5 sword and he barely 15 Bad bitch tell me nah I ain't tripping on a bitch I ain't wasting all my time cause I'm tryna get rich Half a 10 in a shoe box, another in the bank 3 5 In my blunt I'm tryna spark this fucking dank Off White on my drip and some in my jug Pyrex whipping tryna get it like a thug Heart broken bitch I ain't tryna get a hug I don't think it's really helping, abusing all these drugs But I stay on my ones, can't f*ck with no fake shit Love the grind, I can't love on a fake bitch Keep it straight hoe, you won't ever see me lane switch Get head from a dumb bitch, tryna get dumb rich 18 With 10k they still talk on my name Bitch I almost got a house and you broke, what a shame What a shame you stuck to me but I'm stuck to the paper 5 Foot 7 and I'm balling like a Laker Jeans so ripped but they still ain't Amiri Cali so loud bet you still fucking hear it Money so long like rollercoaster high Fly like a bitch on god I ain't lying It's just me and myself on the way to the bag Tryna count my fucking cash, do the dash Stop texting my phone when I'm with a bitch I'm busy Counting bands everyday, yeah I think that I'm in love Yeah I think that I'm in love She thinking that I'm loyal, bitch is you dumb Bad bitch from Bahamas taste like Carribean Half a 10 in a shoe box, another in the 3 5 In my blunt I'm tryna spark this fucking dank In my feelings again that's why I pour another 4 Paranoid, that's why I'm gripping on the 4