Happy that you got your song now?
DMs not gon' show your name now
Little chasers after handles
Story after story penthouse
Fix yourself and leave a man down
I don't wanna be a friend now
I don't wanna hear you vent now
Should have said the things you left out
Sick sick sick sick sick
Plan B, your attention
No plans for repentance
Little too good at damage
Plan A, f*ck a dumbass
Who don't know how to stay rich rich
Put the fam on my back
I can't be listening to all these hisses
You don't like me saying bitch, bitch
Get you all f*cked up cause you know I don't say that shit to women
Oh no
Messing with my head
It's in my flow
I think you know
I got the-
I got the sixth sense
Bringing up old shit, I aint even met you when I did it
Tryna find my f*cking heart, girl, I know you hiding where you hid it
Know when at the top it's gon' be
A lot of people tryna visit back home