Exs n Flings

(Brian produced this bitch and you know I ate this hoe) Baby I ain't gettin no Yea Can't get in no relationship I'm tryna make a hit Ok Yea Cant be in no relationship I'm tryna make a hit Talk down on the gang then we getting you split See you all on the book still liking my pics and You ain't even my favorite bitch But you got me still stressing a shit Know these other hoes like when I'm flexing and shit Remember days when I couldn't get a text from a bitch You was there from the start Why the f*ck you just ain't play your part Embarrassing shit you had broken my heart You were sour and sweet, more tart People hating on us it was off of the charts Hit her spot bullseye like a dart She was lying and shit had to push her away like a cart I did all that shit in a hurry Met a athlete chick and she told me that she from Missouri Huh Baby you fine Ever since that night at the club I been having that shit on rewind When you told me that you lost your phone I said bet cause it give me more time I was looking at you having your phone on the line DND man that shit had declined Somehow I found it Great, left Thats not the end I can't tell you the rest Cause she got a nigga I wont even do him like that I know he gone feel that in his chest Imma leave her alone Won't even send her no text When they break up I'm going in next But enough of that shit I cant do relationships A young nigga just tryna get him a check Tryna get me a check 50 pointers need em all on my neck Said she like how I flex gold in my mouth and its making her wet I ain't breaking no sweat every time I shoot it's nothing but net Will (lets go) Aye Can't be in a relationship Young nigga tryna make him a hit I cant let none of these bitches knock my off my shit (lets go) Tw¡ll