Lyrics

Smokin’ spliffs, gettin’ litty, with my hittas, throw a fifty (Boom! Boom!)
Took a loss, but we still up, spent it back, gettin’ dizzy (Hunnids!)
I don’t even know how the night went, woke up, new city (Where we at?!)
Talkin’ reckless, watch ya tone, boy, don’t test me, I get busy (Bow! Bow!)

This ain’t how I planned it, but I don’t do no beggin’, nah (Never!)
Told her pack her shit, grab the bag, take what’s yours and go (Move!)
Don’t forget not even nothin’, I don’t need no memories (Nah!)
I forget her name quick, but I remember enemies (I do!)

Been a minute since I been solo, now the racks up (Racks!)
Pockets swole, money talkin’ like a pastor (Preach!)
Foreign shorty wanna roll, told her back up (Back, back!)
If she move too weird, then we mask up (Masked up!)
Hook: (Catchy, hypnotic, Kodak Black flow—auto-tuned, slightly melodic.)

You can’t change her, nah, she gon’ be a stranger (She gone!)
Tryna cuff her, you just played, like a gamer (Like a fool!)
Try to tame her, you just another lamer (Sad case!)
Ain’t no claimin’, you can’t even blame her (Naw, naw!)

(Ayy, ayy, ayy! Skrrt, skrrt!)

She don’t love you, she just love them racks (Yeah!)
You spent a bag, but she ain’t spend it back (Dummy!)
She get ghost, you won’t even get a text (She gone!)
Now you stressin’, but she layin’ on my chest (Kodak laugh—“HAH!”)


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Verse 2: (Kodak Black flow, wavy but raw, Florida drawl.)

Oooooo, you irrelevant (Huh?!), money movin’ like the president (Big racks!)
I be posted with the gang, gettin’ militant (Step!)
Broke boys talkin’ crazy, that’s so innocent (Shhh!)

He be watchin’, while she choosin’, that’s embarrassing (Shame!)
Told her slide, she said, "Boy, you so intelligent" (I know!)
Told her “I don’t chase, I just let ‘em in” (Facts!)
Say she down to ride, I said “Bet it then” (Okay!)


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Hook: (Chief Keef energy, Kodak Black smoothness.)

You can’t change her, nah, she gon’ be a stranger (She gone!)
Tryna cuff her, you just played, like a gamer (Like a fool!)
Try to tame her, you just another lamer (Sad case!)
Ain’t no claimin’, you can’t even blame her (Naw, naw!)

(Ayy, ayy, ayy! Skrrt, skrrt!)

She don’t love you, she just love them racks (Yeah!)
You spent a bag, but she ain’t spend it back (Dummy!)
She get ghost, you won’t even get a text (She gone!)
Now you stressin’, but she layin’ on my chest (Kodak laugh—“HAH!”)


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Outro: (Slow fade, deep bass still humming, French Narrator voice for no reason.)

[French Narrator:]
"And so… the cycle continues… yet another simp… has fallen… to the game."