RIP Video (MV)

Can't even be on the gram
You poppin up on my explore
Miss taking you out
Blowing bags at the store
Hearing you call me baby
That drove a nigga crazy
We a dynamic duo baby
The Beyoncé to my Jay Z

We use to jugg and finesse
Now without you I'm depressed
Man It's building up stress
Still burned your favorite dress
Yea I'm crazy like that
But now I'm stacking up these racks
Now I'm running up the trap
Just trynna get you back

You the type of shawty to stick by my side
I said You that type of shawty, never got shit to hide
You that type of shawty, always down to f*cking ride
I said You that type of shawty, trynna make you my wife

You the type of shawty to stick by my side
I said You that type of shawty, never got shit to hide
You that type of shawty, always down to f*cking ride
I said You that type of shawty, trynna make you my wife

Can't get you out of my head
Just Thinking about your smile
How you held me in bed
How your swag matched my style
Thinking about everything you said
Like how you wanna have my child

(F*cking lied bitch)

Now you're f*cking gone
So I said f*ck it
I'll just go write a song
And really hope you listen
And when I'm at the top
Just know I'm sneak dissing
You could've had it all
But instead you went missing
I Tried to show you the world
But you took it like a game
All these other bitches want me
But don't even know my name
Look me in my eyes
Only you could see the pain
You got up and walked away
But baby all I'm trynna say is

You the type of shawty to stick by my side
I said You that type of shawty, never got shit to hide
You that type of shawty, always down to f*cking ride
I said You that type of shawty, trynna make you my wife

You the type of shawty to stick by my side
I said You that type of shawty, never got shit to hide
You that type of shawty, always down to f*cking ride
I said You that type of shawty, trynna make you my wife