i guess it hurt a little bit

Lyrics

[Chorus: polearm] Gotta admit, wait, I guess it hurt a little bit I know I really dropped the ball but I guess it's back right to business The only things that I need in my life are my bros and my bank and my vices They say I'm foolish but my money, got 20k in the bank so I'm like fuck it [Verse 1: polearm] I'm sick and tired of my swag being stolen, he says he don't know where he got it I put the pressure, it's heavy 'cause I don't got people he wish he was all in You can sit down and relax and boy, you know that you better just stop it You really be asking too much from someone on Twitter, it's really just not it How do you get mad whеn she don't take you back 'cause you [?] hеr friends I talk about you in the chats, it's wack and now [?] friends You won't get a single thing from me because I know all you do is pretend You won't get a single thing from me because I know all you do is pretend [Chorus: polearm] Gotta admit, wait, I guess it hurt a little bit I know I really dropped the ball but I guess it's back right to business The only things that I need in my life are my bros and my bank and my vices They say I'm foolish but my money, got 20k in the bank so I'm like fuck it [Verse 2: Sewerperson & Savage Ga$p] I just got ash on my Vetements, oh I just poured drank on my cardigan, oh Two twins fucking on me, both famous, I cannot tell you the difference, oh And-and I got twenty on me, for what? She keep on yelling at me, for what? Fuck-fucking this bitch and she tell me she love me and try to see me in her life, for what? Ye I'ma go left and right I'ma go fast, go [?] Pop-poppin' Off-White and Goyard I'm in the mall all day like Paul Blart, ooh Smoking on gas like go-kart I pop a Perc' and my vision go so dark Freaky bitch on my [?] though (Ayy) She want me to give her that yoghurt, yeah [Verse 3: Savage Ga$p] Uh, how you gon' change on the gang, no wet, got drip like a raincoat, uh-huh Jumped out the back of the Benz with a bad lil' bitch, she do what I say so, uh Leave a bitch in the cold, huh Caked up, lit with the bros, huh How you gon' suck my bros dick then talk shit 'bout gang, you ho, huh Boy, you a group chat rapper, huh, man, I'm a huge bag-getter, uh You looking stupid capping 'bout some shit that didn't happen, uh Really got me fucked up and, uh Boy, you gettin' cucked again, uh 'Cause in the end you a simp and I'm in her DMs saying "Yo, get the flight, well damn" [Verse 4: Caspr] Foreign clothes and I'm spending a stack When I fuck, I'ma break out her back I'm a fiend, like I'm smoking on crack They look at me tryna copy the swag Foreign flight, but I think I'ma crash Fuck you mean, baby, I ain't your man? I got money, counting on hands I'm off pills and I can't stand