Doechii - BEVERLY HILLS Lyrics

(It's done, it's dead)
(I'm not hitting him up anymore)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost-

Seg off
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
(Straight up, yeah)
Thinking 'bout another life without you
(Fed up, yeah)
You never really were my type
(Straight up, yeah)
Let me talk my shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (okay)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (yeah)
Had that grip and you lost it (you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (now walk in)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (but let me talk my shit tonight)

To be so argumentative
I'd rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (you know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live"
And I won't
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting feels
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh

You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh
At the shit-ass jokes that you're talkin'
You should be glad I ain't breakin' the glass
That you broke last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans (mm)
I got big dreams, need a real man (mm)
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk
Talk how I walk that walk, too broke

To be so argumentative
I'd rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (you know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live" (live)
And I won't
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting feels (feels)
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh

Sick of (yeah)
Tossin' over crumbs in my silk sheets (straight up)
You think about another girl, not me (straight up)
I never really was your type (was I?) Yeah
But, baby, talk your shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (talk, talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (walk, walk)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it (to world)

And every sigh is a sign of the times
Fine time to get high
Get away from a bad vibe
A fine line
'Tween a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried
Being caught on your sidelines
You drive by
On the car that I bought
You get by
On the way that I walk (walk)
You're down bad
If you think I'ma not talk
Talk how I walk
Gotta walk that walk slow

You don't (you don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (and I won't, and I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (it's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost, lost, lost