Rath - Could It Be (feat. Yetinho) Lyrics

Something ain't right, I felt
On my mind, for real
Love it or not, it's us
Fed me thoughts, off rip
I was all for us
Throughout all your feels
Bitch, you is so fake
I threw out all your heels
I be distancin' myself from you
Cause f*ck this hate
No one make me feel this way
Bitch, can I get a break
I be sippin' all night, yeah
Just to ease the pain
Ease the pain
Easy does it
Ease the pain
Could it be that Imma a f*ck
Couldn't be off Adderall
Could it be that I'm a stud
Shouldn't be on you at all
Livin' my life, couldn't be rich
Shouldn't be wack, chill in that Tich
Glock and it's black, aim it at him
She make it twitch, probably your bitch
Never done wrong, friends of my foes
One of them ones I couldn't cope
I could've sniffed, white in my nose
I could've stole one of your hoes
Said Imma go, you don't want smoke
Only want riches, you don't want bros
Ball like Deroz, petals of rose
Smell like your clothes, I want it more
Yeah, I want it more
I want it more
I wasn't right, you were a nine
One of these lines, we could go back
Figure it out, wasting my time
You were the best, best I could have
But you weren't mine, bitches finesse
40 a line, go deal with your guy
Deal with your guy
A lil bit of dope
Little bitty hoe
You were impressed
Piece of the dough, give you a check
Every week four, sell out the store
Grind as a chore, always want more
Paying the mortgage
Glock in my lap
Kept it in storage
Stare at the barrel too long and it's roarin'
This trigger ain't stopping no finger I promise
Could it be that Imma a f*ck
Couldn't be off Adderall
Could it be that I'm a stud
Shouldn't be on you at all
Livin' my life, couldn't be rich
Shouldn't be wack, chill in that Tich
Glock and it's black, aim it at him
She make it twitch, probably your bitch
Never done wrong, friends of my foes
One of them ones I couldn't cope
I could've sniffed, white in my nose
I could've stole one of your hoes
Said Imma go, you don't want smoke
Only want riches, you don't want bros
Ball like Deroz, petals of rose
Smell like your clothes, I want it more
I got the bands, f*cking not tryna pretend
I'm tryna win, I swear that I wanna be good
But you wanna sin, the ice getting thin
We should be friends, wanna move on
You just gonna stick to the trends
You wanna spend, you seem cool
If I wanna f*ck, it depends
Pick a spot on the map, we out
Biggest spot in the lot, go south
I know it's gon' hit, not a doubt
Watch me, reel your ass in like a trout
St-St-Stop all that runnin' in your mouth
Don't really know what I'm about
Break up with you and I won't even shout
Could it be that Imma a f*ck
Couldn't be off Adderall
Could it be that I'm a stud
Shouldn't be on you at all
Livin' my life, couldn't be rich
Shouldn't be wack, chill in that Tich
Glock and it's black, aim it at him
She make it twitch, probably your bitch
Never done wrong, friends of my foes
One of them ones I couldn't cope
I could've sniffed, white in my nose
I could've stole one of your hoes
Said Imma go, you don't want smoke
Only want riches, you don't want bros
Ball like Deroz, petals of rose
Smell like your clothes, I want it more