T-W!ll - Exs n Flings Lyrics

(Brian produced this bitch and you know I ate this hoe)
Baby
I ain't gettin no
Yea
Can't get in no relationship
I'm tryna make a hit
Ok
Yea
Cant be in no relationship
I'm tryna make a hit
Talk down on the gang then we getting you split
See you all on the book still liking my pics and
You ain't even my favorite bitch
But you got me still stressing a shit
Know these other hoes like when I'm flexing and shit
Remember days when I couldn't get a text from a bitch
You was there from the start
Why the f*ck you just ain't play your part
Embarrassing shit you had broken my heart
You were sour and sweet, more tart
People hating on us it was off of the charts
Hit her spot bullseye like a dart
She was lying and shit had to push her away like a cart
I did all that shit in a hurry
Met a athlete chick and she told me that she from Missouri
Huh
Baby you fine
Ever since that night at the club I been having that shit on rewind
When you told me that you lost your phone I said bet cause it give me more time
I was looking at you having your phone on the line
DND man that shit had declined
Somehow I found it
Great, left
Thats not the end I can't tell you the rest
Cause she got a nigga I wont even do him like that I know he gone feel that in his chest
Imma leave her alone
Won't even send her no text
When they break up I'm going in next
But enough of that shit
I cant do relationships
A young nigga just tryna get him a check
Tryna get me a check 50 pointers need em all on my neck
Said she like how I flex gold in my mouth and its making her wet
I ain't breaking no sweat every time I shoot it's nothing but net
Will
(lets go)
Aye
Can't be in a relationship
Young nigga tryna make him a hit
I cant let none of these bitches knock my off my shit
(lets go)
Tw¡ll