fukk conversation I'm throwin him a lever
Leavin the crib with a Dear John letter
I'm taking what I need nikka fukk all ya cheddar
fukk all ya jewelry and fukk all ya cars
You ballin while I'm wishin on stars
Won't have me wildin while you puffin on dro
Have me in the crib, all panties and bras
While you in the Benzo messin wit broads
Have ya face in another bytch twat
Go ahead play boy that's how you get shot
And I ain't even like that silly nikka
But I'm hurt and I'm filled up with liquor
Ponderin on if you really feel her
Only a man could make a girl a killer
And wit a nine like this my nikka don't sleep
I'ma creep up on your behind my nikka
Been there.... I ain't going back.