(BeatItAT, what up)
And I don't know
I'm debating if I'm taking you home
And you, you know
She knew exactly what she doing, it was murder she wrote
I hope you find a home
It isn't here you for the streets I cannot be your hero
Walking on a tightrope
She knew exactly what she doing, it was murder she wrote
And I float like a butterfly, sting like beehives
And we gon' burn him to crispy, I like it deep-fried
These bitches sweet like my drink, I be sipping key lime
I seen ya shawty I get why you wanna meet mine
Baby girl you thick, you guy layers, you like a vocoder
You take another shot of vodka, don't need no soda
Wanna play mind tricks, you ain't no Yoda
I'm sniffing methylphenidate, I don't got no yola
I don't need no photos
Tell the paparazzi they need to lay lower
Blowing like a volcano
Burn that boy to crisps just like a flamethrower
All these boys some no-shows
And they spending all they pennies on that bitch, ain't worth a peso
Why you capping about these bitches bro
I know that you ain't even got a main hoe
Talking out yo ass I'ma flatten you with my range rover
I know I'd prolly go insane if I tried to stay sober
You focused on the wrong things, homie, you can stay broker
And I don't know
I'm debating if I'm taking you home
And you, you know
She knew exactly what she doing, it was murder she wrote
I hope you find a home
It isn't here you for the streets I cannot be your hero
Walking on a tightrope
She knew exactly what she doing, it was murder she wrote
You talking about the same things but you acting like you different
Who's to blame, girl you basic I ain't tripping on you
They feel my energy, the way I hit 'em with the fission
I don't feel a thing, where's my heart I think it's missing
You talking about the same things but you acting like you different
Who's to blame, girl you basic I ain't tripping on you
They feel my energy, the way I hit 'em with the fission
I don't feel a thing, where's my heart I think it's missing
Ah-ah-ah
Like how you even coming on to me, like the audacity
Grabbing on my pants, I pulled you in with all my gravity
You never loved me I know that I was just your fantasy
Well, you're just a fan to me
And I don't know
I'm debating if I'm taking you home
And you, you know
She knew exactly what she doing, it was murder she wrote
I hope you find a home
It isn't here you for the streets I cannot be your hero
Walking on a tightrope
She knew exactly what she doing, it was murder she wrote