| Oh, oh |
| (Bitch, haha) |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh |
| Woah, woah |
| Yeah, I told you to keep it real from the beginning |
| That was all you had to do and we would never ever ever end it |
| You ain’t even bein' yourself, you tryna keep up with a image |
| Could’ve been forever but you ain’t wanna even listen |
| Birds fly together, no, it don’t matter if it’s windy |
| I told you you was some' special but I don’t know if you get it |
| Brush it off like whatever, but you gotta just listen |
| I was up in the drop, hold my Glock, out my top |
| Bad bitch givin' top up in the drop, tell her, «Don't stop» |
| Bitch better not spill the Wock' or I’ma kick her to the curb |
| Yeah, that bullshit for the birds |
| I got a bad addiction for the syrup |
| I get so high, slur my words |
| His diamonds got me dead, they so fu, put me in a hearse |
| Lambo', Urus truck doin' the most |
| Yeah, match the gas, then I got ghost |
| Yeah, left his ass, he ain’t catchin' me, ho |
| Yeah, my Glock attached, they ain’t catchin' me, though |
| Yeah, Daro pop his ass if you play with me, though |
| And I keep some fetty, cash, you can call it Cheetos |
| Yeah, he keep some petty cash, you can’t even flex those |
| And I’m so high, jet lagged, I ain’t on a jet, though |
| And I think his bitch bad, he better keep her close |
| Yeah, I told you to keep it real from the beginning |
| That was all you had to do and we would never ever ever end it |
| You ain’t even bein' yourself, you tryna keep up with a image |
| Could’ve been forever but you ain’t wanna even listen (Bitch, haha) |
| Birds fly together, no, it don’t matter if it’s windy |
| I told you you was some' special but I don’t know it you get it |
| Brush it off like whatever but you gotta just listen |