D.O. - Write Me Lyrics

How could you lie to someone that was down for you
Busy lil nigga he still find the time for you
Pour out his heart on his track i dont rhyme for you
I'd rather get money not sit down & cry for you
This the type song you just kick back & ride to
This the type pac that ah take you to skymoon
The life i been living , the life i applied to
It seems like good niggas the ones that get lied to
Mention my name & i bet we gon' slide to
Where ever you stay piece of cake to come find you
How you be f*cking with bitches i cried to
I aint a snake but im bouta come slime you
I dont assume shit but i know you dont like me
One shot to his head bet it f*ck up his psychee
I just do it for checks what the f*ck is a nike
If i get locked up who the f*ck is gon' write me
It wont be a nigga i know that fashooo
Come to the trap you get checked at the door
Turn the lights off, i cant see where im at i really just know i been getting that dough
On the road i been thinkin about hoes
Ima nigga cant control my hormones
I really miss you i just want you to know
This time apart & its driving me crazy
F*ck all that shit you know you my lil baby
They dont want to see me happy they say that im saving
Thats just them hating dont care what they saying
Just gotta stay focused we gon' get that paper
She wanted to f*ck with me nobody made her
She get on top ride & me like a skater
Texting that bitch said f*ck her & i hate her
I f*cked that bitch before you & you ate her
They dont f*ck with you if it aint beneficial
F*ck is your issue slide with them pistols
These missiles a fly right through you, tear your tissue
We got them beams ill be damned if i miss you
Put this gun to your lips "muah" tell em kiss you
Makin these songs but whole time i would diss you
Hope they do you dirt hope them niggas trick you
Making these plays, if you play we gon' clip you
How could you lie to someone that was down for you
Busy lil nigga he still find the time for you
Pour out his heart on his track i dont rhyme for you
I'd rather get money not sit down & cry for you
This the type song you just kick back & ride to
This the type pac that ah take you to skymoon
The life i been living , the life i applied to
It seems like good niggas the ones that get lied to
Mention my name & i bet we gon' slide to
Where ever you stay piece of cake to come find you
How you be f*cking with bitches i cried to
I aint a snake but im bouta come slime you
I dont assume shit but i know you dont like me
One shot to his head bet it f*ck up his psychee
I just do it for checks what the f*ck is a nike
If i get locked up who the f*ck is gon' write me