I hate it when you cry
I hate it when you cry
I say it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Too many girls around the globe
Too many girls around the globe
Too many girls around the globe
Too many girls around the globe Too many girls around the globe
Too many girls around the globe, But I still choose you
Too many opps around my god damn circle
So I ride bulletproof
DB-15, hunnid rounds, drum on the bottom
That bitch a fully too
That shit, ain't no f*ckin' and shit
But girl, I still choose you
Too many girls around the globe
But I still choose you
Too many girls around the globe
But I still choose you
Too many girls around the globe
But I still choose you
I still choose you
I still choose you
Still choose you
Like what I'm supposed to do
My mind was cruisin' through
Shit, I gave you food, you chew
So how the hell I provide for you
Shit, shit, I can die to you
Yeah, this ain't no case, this ain't no suicide
We park the car, we look around
Don't see no one alive on god
Tell them boys, I'll risk it all
And I did this on my own
I don't need no one to tell me nothin
And I tell you, you got my back
I got so back, this shit for life
I want some love, but I don't know
All you girls ain't worth my time
And that's on God
I keep tellin' this shit, what it is
It's on God, we poppin' your wig
Tell the boy, go down the slide
Like, what the f*ck, you're not my kin
Yeah, I did all for the time that we had
Yeah, we was locked in
But yeah, that's just in the past
Tell that boy, he not my gang
He snake me out, he not gon' last
Yeah, it's kill4kill for one of my fam, they got my back
I say, yeah, they got my back
We speak on this, we catch a hat
Nigga, try me like I'm Pussy
Swear I ain't goin' for none of that
And you can't play me like no Rookie
Boy, I'm bound to blow your cap, yeah
Where you going, It's only love that I been showing
Really tryin' to take this pain away
Smoke at every top of the morning
Nigga, tell me if it's peace
Or if it's war, I'm like Jnorme
Kick her ass back to the streets
After the lil' ho get ignored
I can't correct all my pieces
Cause this rap shit gettin' boring
Oh, yeah
Shawty talm bout she love me
Bae I barely know ya
And I swear, this shit get ugly
You gon' stay, or you gon go, yeah
If yeen talking about no money
Swear to God, I don't care