Huh, huh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah

Long as I known you, you been good to me (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'll be good to you
Ain't gotta worry 'bout me (yeah)
When I gotta leave town and it seems like I'm in hurry out
Or when I gotta be around these bitches who just wanna blur you out
I'm the one that they heard about (yes, sir)
I'm the one that they heard about
Our business been circulatin' 'round town, yeah, through word of mouth
How'd I make it to west coast, when we were posted in dirty south
No tellin' where this came from (no tellin' where it came from)
Girl, don't pay no mind to it (no tellin' where it came from)
Wonder if I got you in mind when I'm doin' whatever I'm doin' (yeah, yeah)

Bein' transparent (yeah-yeah)
But I don't wanna say too much and 'cause any more damage (more damage to you, yeah)
And I know you can't stand (can't stand)
When I'm questionnin' you (I'm questionnin' you)
About things I couldn't manage (yeah, yeah)
You don't understand it (yeah, yeah)
I could've had you all to myself (yeah, yeah)
And now you're runnin' 'round with somebody else (yeah, yeah)
And it's fuckin' (yeah, yeah)
With my mental health (fuckin' up my mental health)

Yeah, shit, yeah
Well, nigga, I get left (I get left)
I love you to death
But you believin' the lie you told yourself (you told yourself)
If I hit then I won't miss
I pay rents, hop out whips
I don't trip, them is gifts, make sure I miss
Whenever you with him
Like when I grabbed your hair and pulled you off the tip
Then I spit, then we kiss, then you switch (mwah, mwah)
I admit I played a part in us actin' like we ain't exist
I always thought you wanted to treat this like a job, why you quittin'?
A couple I be hittin' but that's it, what part of that you don't get?
When I fell low in my shrimp, that's when I came over to vent
Drop her D, blowin' her grip, she grabbin', controllin' the dick
Losin' control of sentence, I made her bend over again
All the moments that we spent, you doin' that same moanin' for him
All that game and that lil' change, and shit I throwed you off the strip
Guess the old me didn't fit in the future life you chose to live
I guess I ain't really lit, I guess I ain't really him
I guess I ain't really daddy, I guess I should be embarrassed
Huh? Huh? Okay

(Yeah, I)
I wanna be transparent
But I don't wanna say too much and 'cause any more damage (more damage to you)
And I know you can't stand when
I'm questionnin' you about things I couldn't manage (ooh, ooh)
You don't understand it
Could've had you all to myself
Now you're runnin' with somebody else
(And it's fuckin' with my-, and it's fuckin' with my mental, yeah)
Fuckin' with my mental

When I, 'cause when I come over to talk, yeah, yeah
I drop her D, I'm hittin' them walls, yeah
I made her bend over and all
You doin', you doin' that same only for the dawg
Mm-hmm-mm, now what the fuck, what, uh, uh?
Mm-hmm-mm, now what the fuck?
I guess, I guess I ain't really, I guess I ain't really that
I guess I should be embarrassed

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Attala Zane Giles, Bryson Djuan Tiller, D. DeGrote, Eddie Fluellen, George Stone III, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Kevin Dorsey, Meli'sa Morgan, S. Murdock