Lyrics

Intro: (Lone Star Mobb talking, voice slightly whispered, thick reverb, blunt smoke in the air.)

"Maaaan… I done seen too many homies fall off for the same reason…"
"Stressin’ over a chick that ain’t never been his to begin with…"
"She already got a Plan B, C, and D lined up, while you sittin’ there wonderin’ why she ain’t answerin’ your calls…"
(Beat drops: 808s hit like bricks, Spanish guitar loops in the back, lazy hi-hats rollin', vocals sit deep, like they coming from the trunk of a slab.)
Verse 1: (Slow, deep, almost spoken—classic S.P.M cadence. Voice mixed with heavy low-end warmth, giving it that "radio in a ‘64 Impala" feel.)

Smokin’ spliffs, gettin’ litty, with my bitties, countin’ fifties (Mmmhmm!)
Doubled up the pack, now the bank lookin’ silly (That’s right!)
I don’t even know how the night went, but I know I made a play (Facts!)
Woke up with a pocket full of hundreds, now I’m straight (Straight!)

She keep blowin’ up my line, cryin’ ‘bout commitment (What?!)
Told her, "I don’t do no cuffin’, baby, I just handle business" (Uh-huh!)
You was somebody’s problem before I met you, I ain't trippin’ (Nah!)
By the time you call again, I’ma be somewhere different (Gone!)

"See, the difference between me and you? I knew the rules before I played. You still out here tryna turn a stray into a house pet…"

(Beat slows slightly, vocals dip into a slightly distorted low-pass filter to emphasize the weight of the words.)

Hook: (Signature S.P.M flow, slow, slightly melodic, hypnotic Texas bounce. Vocals mixed with a slight chorus effect, making them feel extra thick and deep.)

You can’t change her, nah, you’ll be just another stranger (She gone!)
Never been the type to maintain her, to retain her (Nope!)
You just detained her, you can’t claim her (Nah!)
Can’t blame her, you can’t tame her (No way!)
You’ll just become another strangerrrrr, ohhhh! (Whooo!)

(Chopped & Screwed adlibs drop underneath the main vocals, giving it that syrupy, ghostly depth: "Whooo!" -> "Whooo-oo-oo")

"I told you, homie… she was never yours, it was just your turn!"

Verse 2: (Even slower, calculated, every word drippin’ wisdom. Beat knocks just a little harder, letting the bass punch in between the syllables.)

Oooooo, you irrelevant, watchin’ while I’m feelin’ her (Feelin’ her!)
Told me that she love me, I just laughed, now she bitter (Hah!)
I don’t tell ‘em nothin’, I just let ‘em make they move (Go ‘head!)
‘Cause if she switchin’ up today, she gon’ do the same to you (Think about it!)

I been in the game too long to play pretend (Nope!)
I don’t lose sleep over what I can’t defend (Never!)
Told my youngin’, "If she real, she gon’ move in silence" (Shhh!)
If she talkin’ ‘bout commitment, she just runnin’ science (That’s game!)

"See, they don’t love YOU, homie… They love the benefits. The trips, the gifts, the lifestyle. You take that away, and watch how quick they disappear."

Final Hook: (Vocals double-tracked, making them sound thicker, heavier, like they’re coming