Ayy, ayy, you're probably staying this for the day (I'm not no lame, though, shout out to Samsson)
You're probably in Miami with some niggas in your face, I get it
You pricy, my fist a different world
You're pricy, I brought the suburb out the city girl, can't forget it
You probably want your get back, 'cause you're hurt
But you know if you do it then it's different, then I probably won't forgive you in your heart
But I know you, and you gon' play it smart
I can't help it that I love you, it's a flaw
I made it, I just spent like fifty grand on codeine and different bitches
I can't give up on my mans, so I'm sneakin' to the trenches
Bought a house and chilled for mama, baby sister know 'bout Bentley
Free my brother, fuck your honor, ayy, ayy
Even though she ain't gon' fuck me, I got her right back
We ain't runnin' out of money, so ain't no bounce back
Got a sold out show in London, a Stone-y Island jacket
Rememberin' when you was for me, I wonder what happened
Man, ayy, ayy
Heavyweight pockets, featherweight glizzy
If she pretty, make her a mama
Gotta stop thinkin' I'm Hendrix
Pour that shit straight out the bottle, measuring's for bitches
Man, ayy
Heavyweight pockets, featherweight glizzy
If she pretty, make her a mama
Gotta stop, thinkin' I'm—
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Ayy, ayy, you're probably staying this for the day
You're probably in Miami with some niggas in your face, I get it
You pricy, my fist a different world
You're pricy, I brought the suburb out the city girl, can't forget it
You probably want your get back, 'cause you're hurt
But you know if you do it, then it's different, then I probably won't forgive you in your heart