When I'm alone
I get disruptive
I'm in my head
I get destructive
You say
You hate it
But you love it
Know it's your guilty pleasure
I wrote my love
A letter
I signed it
And I date it
I know them
Niggas hate it
But man I'm
Glad we made it
So I
Pull off
On a bitch
And I feel like
Speed Racer
Man I'm way too player
Ay you know
I won't chase her
So I
Pull off
On a bitch
And I feel like
Speed Racer
Man I'm way too player
Ay you know
I won't chase her
Say a prayer, I'm thanking you I put my praise up
(I'm too player, don't make a move until my case up)
Creeping at the green light, no I will not chase her
(I just got the green light, let Karma erase her)
Pull off on a bitch, I had to do the speed
This no regular time, you gon have to bleed
Sign my name on the letter so you know it's me
Hear that bang, that beretta singing R&B
I was down in the trenches, yeah I took a loss
Yeah I'm up right now, but it took a lot
Hate it had to go down in that parking lot
But I done told you niggas now
I don't joke a lot
When I pull up, speed speed, taking off
She gon pull up in Celine, take it off
When I pull up, speed speed, taking off
She gon pull up in Celine, take it off
I can see you stalling, I can see you stalling
(I'm too player, don't make a move until my case up)
That's your guilty conscience, that's your guilty conscience
Bitch you f*ckin rotten, bitch you gon be f*ckin rotting
(I just got the green light, let Karma erase her)
When I pull up, speed speed, takin off
She gon pull up in Celine, take it off
When I pull up, speed speed, takin off
She gon pull up in Celine, take it off