Done With You

Yeah, and I'm keeping it G like y'all claim to Rap a whole lot of shit that y'all can't do Had to take off the cap, get the hits like a man so this shit never written like 8-2 The new whip just for pictures, I'm driving the limit I told bro I ain't gonna race you I got nut on her dress and her face too I don't talk about beef cause I hate to (W-W-W-Wizard) Yeah She from Wisconsin I pack her a bag and I leave her she asking me if I call back She told me I can't love anyone, I'm too conceited, I told her that shit was all facts Your man had to give you them racks you flexing a hundred, you put down like 12 of them max I'm coming for necks and the backs, in 2023, who gon mess with me 2021 was talking energy, hoes ain't friends with me, these bitches better leave yeah They know me, real OG, 0 to 70, the KOV, I'm the- 1-2-3, free YT they smoke trees, don't get loud with me and pound with me lil bitch These hoes be like glocks man they loving to switch, can't fly out a hoe send her ass on a hitch These rappers ain't popping enough for a diss, they tryna send shots, that shit was a miss They selling drugs, now they want to make hits, we know that's the reason you making them lists You think you top 5 with them numbers you wish, I tried to tell y'all that your music been shit At the top it's getting kinda lonely (Anthony) Me and Ant got another one Shaq & Kobe Your bitch she blow me, on the first date but she know me I heard she calling you homie, I can't relate turned his bitch to a roadie Me and Ant move like KD and Brodie, fucking her slowly, I'm off the X and the Codeine I'm off the Lean and the X and the Molly no Xan, got a boyfriend need a man We hit up turks for the tan, you know I ain't need it I did it for her and her friends I'm in the lab cooking with Bren, this shit all apart of the plan, my music all been in demand Ran up a check and I left that hoe screaming I told her I cannot be fucking with fans Ooh, yeah, oh bro you wild, hit it one night she said I got a child I don't play that shit bitch you know how I get down Send a bitch to LA, before I send her a thousand Too much money, I forgot how to count Got too many women, hope I don't get famous if they know that they ain't special, they gon hate it Old hoe want to fuck, now she wanna facelift Ain't fighting cases, these bitches basic They call paternity, all that shit baseless I'm not from this earth doing shows outer spaces She said she sorry, I told her to save it She need to keep me cause she know I'm built for this shit wasn't made for it Yeah there's a difference I got more to say for it I ain't gon fuck you first date got to wait for it yeah And you come from a long line of stupid-ass bitches and hoes And it makes sense, because you're both of them at the same time Stupid-ass-bitch-ho, fuck you Yeah, Yeah, Woah, woah, woah I ain't miss that bitch, I miss the old me Bitches curved back in 2019, think they know me I don't love a hoe, can't love a bitch, she just a trophy I've been mixing pain with trauma, in a cup with Codeine I've been working on the tape of the century it's loading They gon talk to everyone and get hit with a Noti Told that bitch that I've been done with you Bitch, I'm the bag how could I fumble you (The fuck?) If we fucked, I'll cut a bitch off in a month or two Don't tell nobody about my business, bitch I'd hate if someone knew, I fucked a thot Have 15 bitches trying to shoot my block, I swear to God (Swear to God) Feel like a hoe, sometimes it hurt my heart I'm feeling lost Yeah, knew I had to get to the top Saw my heart that lil bitch took a piece I didn't care bout what it cost I gave up my heart to a freak So I got that lil bitch for the week Stop thinking you special, the shit that I bought you went for the cheap (bow) The whip was a rental, but you still thinking it came off of me The bitch going mental, she fell in love with the G-O-A-T And she busy yeah she never free Ain't together so I'm going to cheat The Uber I canceled, bitch you ain't getting a ride off of me My old bitch a dancer, yeah she always in double C Can you watch your manners, whenever you talking to me The bands that I ran up, you ain't getting this shit for the cheap Yeah, Yeah, Woah, woah, woah I ain't miss that bitch, I miss the old me Bitches curved back in 2019, think they know me I don't love a hoe, can't love a bitch, she just a trophy I've been mixing pain with trauma, in a cup with Codeine I've been working on the tape of the century it's loading They gon talk to everyone and get hit with a Noti Told that bitch that I've been done with you