@ Heart Letra

I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches
I still love you, okay, I got you in my prayers and wishes
And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready
And I don't know if I can trust you, gotta hold me steady (Oh, yeah)
Gotta hold me steady (Uh-huh)
Gotta make sure I'm not fallin'
Yeah, I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, lil' ho, I'm all in
I say I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on 'em
And, yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call him
I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw him
All thеse racks stuffed in the Brink's trucks, wе bring 'em in, we haul 'em
I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all it

Where you at? Call my phone, push up on me
Boy, I hate these niggas, they so lame, yeah, they so phony (So what? Oh, yeah)
I can't hang with no pig-ass nigga, yeah, they bologna
I just came in the spot dripped, designer on me
I know you see me, I know you see it (Yeah)
Broke, I don't wanna be that
Nosy-ass nigga wanna know where I be at
Nigga wanna know where I eat at
Nigga wanna know where I sleep at
Huh, get-ran-ass nigga tryna relay
Put the beats on that nigga like BNYX
With a rich-ass ho, let's have rich sex
I'm on DND, that's why I miss texts
My crazy-ass twin got Kel-Tecs
Like, why would I quit? I ain't fail yet
Like, why would I quit? I ain't die yet
Been told these niggas it's my year
We full-court pressin' a rookie
We full-court pressin' these pussies
ARP, it's chrome and it's cookie
And I'm big dog, give a fuck 'bout no bully
Designer cardigan motherfuckin' wooly
Treat the car like a toy, come to life like it's Woody
Left hand on my cup, right hand on her goodies
And we tryna push up, okay, 'cause you ready
The gas is from Canada, this shit got me deady
And I'm tryna fuck on this ho if she let me
These niggas can't overlook me
'Cause I'm too fly, 'cause I'm too high, 'cause I'm too rich
And I'm a Ball Hog, yeah, and I promise that I'm gon' die about that shit
And I was gon' give you the world, but you must had not want that shit
I be saying that I hate her, but swear to God, I love this bitch

Call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (Yeah)
I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches
I still love you, okay, I got you in my prayers and wishes
And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready
And I don't know if I can trust you, gotta hold me steady (Oh, yeah)
Gotta hold me steady (Uh-huh)
Gotta make sure I'm not fallin'
Yeah, I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, lil' ho, I'm all in
I say I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on 'em
And, yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call him
I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw him
All these racks stuffed in the Brink's trucks, we bring 'em in, we haul 'em
I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all it

And, yeah, I love my— I get happy when I—