Yay yay
sprung

I talked to ya last spring
Like a interview
You had a man but no ring
So I’m clear to shoot
Told me everything in yo dreams
Told you to make it happen
You told me to make it rappin’
We both close, you can call this a cold open
We episodic, never cared about it
On and off, never light switchin’
Put thought into it, highly selective
Tryna spin the block, gotta be protective
My time money, got a gold watch
No minutes for no sloppy seconds
You at my door
What you at me for?

Every time you hit my phone
Text you back like what you want
Say you sorry, you want lovin’
I hit back like no you don’t
Get you high, want attention
I can’t give you no more dope
No more rope, at my limit
I ain’t wit it, what you on?

Every time you hit my phone
Text you back like what you want
Say you sorry, you want lovin’
I hit back like no you don’t
Get you high, want attention
I can’t give you no more dope
No more rope, at my limit
I ain’t wit it, what you on?

Look
I’m a familiar poison
Get all yo boys in order, they toys ’n
We makin’ plenty of noises
Bitterness deep in yo voice is
Drownin’ the sound of the knocks
You nauseous, thinkin’ about all the box
I’m coppin’, women that flockin’ to me
For nonsense, they want a piece
You takin’ precautions, peace
was never yo option
Helpin’ you find ya mind
I’m finna call you a doctor
If I could rewind the time
I wouldn’t have dated a monster
Gotta define the line
The hell you want from me
I’m rich, but I ain’t got money
I’m cold, sinus not runny

Every time you hit my phone
Text you back like what you want
Say you sorry, you want lovin’
I hit back like no you don’t

Yessir, yeah
Cause i got some options
Please don’t blow up my phone
To leave ‘em alone, they callin’ me Stockton
I pick ‘em and roll, I’m toxic
She turnin’ me off, no faucet yeah
Years ago predicted the profit
They call me a prophet yeah
Give me the silent treatment
I’ll be quietly hittin’ yo patnas yeah
Wait, almost forgot this
Tryin’ to cease the nonsense I am unconscious
Floatin’ above the regular degular broads
I’m on a rocket
Even supremes is under me, seems I’m locked in
Diana Rossin’
You ain’t embossin’
Initials all on my coffin
Refuse to let you produce the migraines
You like a vibe drain
Chokers and leashes, tied to five chains
But I do not like pain
Takin’ my currency, money for all yo preferences
But I don’t like payin’
Girl fall back
Please