What you doin'? Where you at? Who you with? I'm on the road
Bae them hoes, ain't my type, got me askin' what you on
What we doin'? Who you screwin'? Who been ' on your damn phone
F*cked up what we had, cause I was thinkin' we was growin' old
Pack your bags if you gon' leave, but it's gon' hurt to see you go
You see I'm runnin' to the cheese , you comin' back, naw gone' home
Love, I'm long gone
Sorry I been truant, goin' ghost, really gettin' old
You always actin' like you grown
You steady turning, off your LO
Let's take a trip without our phones
Let's see how far the world'll a go
And you stay down when I was broke
I'm stackin' bread just by the load
Oh, you sorry? Well, I'm sorry, Luv, I blame your damn friends
Free my brody out that slammer, I'ma love him to the end
Damn near gambled out this life, I'll never do that shit again
When I'm off a ten, on my mind is only sweet revenge
Some off, yeah, I feel it, we ain't talked, it's been days
Ma , you know, if I had a hundred M's, I'd give you everything
Oryan gone ' be straight, don't ask a nigga for a damn thing
Phone on DND, I changed my number, I don't hear a ring
What you doin'? Where you at? Who you with? I'm on the road
Bae them hoes, ain't my type, got me askin' what you on
What we doin'? Who you screwing who been' on your damn phone
Snakes all on the grass, might just be the reason you wiped the nose
In my feelings' smoking remind me of fifty, showin' me how to roll
Brody gotta do a bid, his head high and he staying strong
Had each other's backs since we was kids, I'm slidin' when you wrong
We'll all ball again, we'll all ball again
Promise when it all falls, we'll ball to the end
I had missed your 10 calls I was in the yo again
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What you doin'? Where you at? Who you with? I'm on the road
Bae them hoes, ain't my type, got me askin' what you on
What we doin'? Who you screwin'? Who been ' on your damn phone
F*cked up what we had, cause I was thinkin' we was growin' old
Pack your bags if you gon' leave, but it's gon' hurt to see you go
You see I'm runnin' to the cheese , you comin' back, naw gone' home
Love, I'm long gone
Sorry I been truant, goin' ghost, really gettin' old
You always actin' like you grown
You steady turning, off your LO
Let's take a trip without our phones
Let's see how far the world'll a go
And you stay down when I was broke
I'm stackin' bread just by the load
Oh, you sorry? Well, I'm sorry, Luv, I blame your damn friends
Free my brody out that slammer, I'ma love him to the end
Damn near gambled out this life, I'll never do that shit again
When I'm off a ten, on my mind is only sweet revenge
Some off, yeah, I feel it, we ain't talked, it's been days
Ma , you know, if I had a hundred M's, I'd give you everything
Oryan gone ' be straight, don't ask a nigga for a damn thing
Phone on DND, I changed my number, I don't hear a ring
What you doin'? Where you at? Who you with? I'm on the road
Bae them hoes, ain't my type, got me askin' what you on
What we doin'? Who you screwing who been' on your damn phone
Snakes all on the grass, might just be the reason you wiped the nose
In my feelings' smoking remind me of fifty, showin' me how to roll
Brody gotta do a bid, his head high and he staying strong
Had each other's backs since we was kids, I'm slidin' when you wrong
We'll all ball again, we'll all ball again
Promise when it all falls, we'll ball to the end
I had missed your 10 calls I was in the yo again
Bae them hoes, ain't my type, got me askin' what you on
What we doin'? Who you screwin'? Who been ' on your damn phone
F*cked up what we had, cause I was thinkin' we was growin' old
Pack your bags if you gon' leave, but it's gon' hurt to see you go
You see I'm runnin' to the cheese , you comin' back, naw gone' home
Love, I'm long gone
Sorry I been truant, goin' ghost, really gettin' old
You always actin' like you grown
You steady turning, off your LO
Let's take a trip without our phones
Let's see how far the world'll a go
And you stay down when I was broke
I'm stackin' bread just by the load
Oh, you sorry? Well, I'm sorry, Luv, I blame your damn friends
Free my brody out that slammer, I'ma love him to the end
Damn near gambled out this life, I'll never do that shit again
When I'm off a ten, on my mind is only sweet revenge
Some off, yeah, I feel it, we ain't talked, it's been days
Ma , you know, if I had a hundred M's, I'd give you everything
Oryan gone ' be straight, don't ask a nigga for a damn thing
Phone on DND, I changed my number, I don't hear a ring
What you doin'? Where you at? Who you with? I'm on the road
Bae them hoes, ain't my type, got me askin' what you on
What we doin'? Who you screwing who been' on your damn phone
Snakes all on the grass, might just be the reason you wiped the nose
In my feelings' smoking remind me of fifty, showin' me how to roll
Brody gotta do a bid, his head high and he staying strong
Had each other's backs since we was kids, I'm slidin' when you wrong
We'll all ball again, we'll all ball again
Promise when it all falls, we'll ball to the end
I had missed your 10 calls I was in the yo again
Writer: Colby B
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