Goddamn, I don't know what to do I see your texts but I don't really like you You got me fucked up, do I have to remind you? (huh, uh) Niggas fake, it ain't nothing new Got a bitch and she got a lil' attitude Got a bag, gotta do what I gotta do (oh) And why this nigga acting like he my friend? I thought we all would be bros in the end I'm so high off this gas, I can't land But I guess not And it's fucked up, and you fucked up And I hate you, I despise you But in the end, it doesn't even matter Goddamn, I don't know what to do I see your texts but I don't really like you You got me fucked up, do I have to remind you? (huh, uh) Niggas fake, it ain't nothing new Got a bitch and she got a lil' attitude Got a bag, gotta do what I gotta do In the end it's your fault, I don't really care In the end it's your loss, I don't really care In the end it's your loss, I don't really care Yeah, yeah