Had To Quit Fucking With You

I gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you Damn, homie, all the shit that we done been through I gotta quit fucking with you Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot (alright) I gotta quit fucking with you You, I gotta quit fucking with you You, I gotta quit fucking with you You were my main bitch and I loved you, too Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you Let me tell you a story about this bitch I had Used to buy this bitch all types of bags Lil bad bitch, kept me on my swag shit Went to school to be a stylist, bitch kinda act a lil childish My main bitch, I think I like this ho What the fuck was wrong with me? Thinking I can wife this ho Lets put it like this, she on the money team Every rapper, every trapper, any athlete I gotta quit fucking with you Every nigga in the city be fucking with you Lil lying bitch, always on that crying shit Fine bitch, cute face, you a think she so innocent Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, we intimate We be fucking instantly, got head game consistency Consistency, she fucked my head up mentally Got head in that new Bentley, I thought this bitch was into me I gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you Damn, homie, all the shit that we done been through I gotta quit fucking with you Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot (alright) I gotta quit fucking with you You, I gotta quit fucking with you You, I gotta quit fucking with you You were my main bitch and I loved you, too Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you My home boy, ride or die Brick coppa, pistol poppa, we stay in the sky Sunday night, fell in the club Know them pistols on deck, so you know what it was Enemy in this bitch, we laughing on chill You know once he leave the club we posted to kill Gun jam, homie for real Took his strap straight out the whip and unloaded the clip It’s war time, you know what it do Fuck you ain't know, I gotta quit fucking with you Homeboy in the fed, a hundred twenty months (ten) He be down by three, get out a couple months I gotta quit fucking with you I can read between the lines, I know what it do He telling something, and I'm telling 'em too Let the streets know, they gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you Damn, homie, all the shit that we done been through I gotta quit fucking with you Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot (alright) I gotta quit fucking with you You, I gotta quit fucking with you You, I gotta quit fucking with you You were my main bitch and I loved you, too Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you I gotta quit fucking with you