Reasons

Lyrics

[Chorus] Baby, I know that you like me for my songs I don't even write, I write my wrongs T-They wanna be like me, told 'em, "Pull up, I don't do the typing" Finna pull out the Glock at the fight scene I'm the thunder, they said that I'm lightning P-p-put you in diamonds, so when I wake up, I see you shining I'll you Chanel clothes and them Birkin bags, I'm the reason you put that shit on How in the fuck are we even in love? We barely be getting along I'd rather be at the store on my own, I really just wanna be alone Smoking on opps, I been getting them gone Raising your voice, girl, watch your tone I really don't wanna be here, baby girl, can you take me home? This shit gettin' out of hand for me Pussy ass nigga, they ran from me I used to hang out with niggas that had so much stress, they ain't break a gram for me I got this shit out the mud for you, you ain't get it at the Symphony If I left Earth today, I already know I did, but you won't care for me If I got locked today, I already know if these niggas not there for me I got this shit on my own, can't nobody tell me that they was there helping me I gotta slow down on the women, every bitch gon' say they done dealt with me [Bridge] Fuck, huh But this shit hit crazy, huh One-two-three, go [Verse 1] My niggas still in the trap Nigga talk down, he got shot in the gap I'm in the stu' with a gun in my lap Nigga try play with lil' Co', he get slapped Thinkin' last year when I started to rap The way that it's looking, I'm shitting on niggas The way that it's looking, I'm counting my figures Think that I'm worried 'bout opp ass niggas, crazy [Verse 2] Take off that chain, it's fugazi You in the trap with no money, you lazy She shaking ass to my song, it's amazing End that boy, I'm finna give her some [?], you get it These niggas not really with it I'm on the block with my bro and we spinnin' I'm doing shots, on the road I be winnin' I get the check, now I'm smiling and grinning Yeah, I know that you like me for my song [Outro] Fuck One-two-three, go