F*cked on my ex
That's a blast
From the past
Roll up a Dutch
But I'm not gonna pass
Cause when I was down
Well no one had my back
No it was just me
And I'm not looking back
It's not cash don't hit up my phone
I feel better when I'm alone
They come around acting like friends
They acting like I do not know
I write checks
You owe debts
Shorty probably left you for a coke head
Know you ride my wave I'm like the ocean
Rocking Dior and some gosha
I Told ya
It's over
Boy you a mouse
I'm a cobra
They sleepin on me like a coma
Still stretching the bag like its yoga
Fire
Boy I supply You a buyer
They thinking their high
But I'm higher
I stay on the roll like a tire
Wired
I'm hitting my mark like a sniper
I web up my blunts like a spider
I'm gonna take what I desire