Ho tell me the other day she sent a nigga to jail
(Go Grizz)
Man, I thought it was legal to beat yo' ho
Shit, it's yo' ho, fuck

Blowin' up the phone, know she see me callin' her
I whip up in the driveway, she done packed up all my stuff
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
I ain't gon' lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalkin' her
We supposed to be in love, we supposed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breakin' up
And we supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breakin' up
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walkin' out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walkin' out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walkin' out
We 'posed to be in love

How the fuck is you, why the fuck is you fallin' all in your feelings?
No, understand that I'm ignorant
You gon' prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quittin'
No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet
Me and her brother juuged together
He bet' not get in my business
This shit serious, if you with it, shit get injured, did I mention?
How I'm rockin', you gon' pop me or it's back to penitentiary

Blowin' up the phone, know she see me callin' her
I whip up in the driveway, she done packed up all my stuff
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
I ain't gon' lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalkin' her
We supposed to be in love, we supposed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breakin' up
And we supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breakin' up
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walkin' out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walkin' out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walkin' out
We 'posed to be in love

Holla, pout and shout, you got loud, I bow-bow you
Rip the gown you had around you
Threw you down and smell your flounder
If he just had dicked you down, I would've toilet water drowned you
Know my heart is poundin', I don't talk around a lot of niggas I don't know
I don't know, blowin' up your mama, like, "Mama, we havin' problems"
Passin' by the house, like, "Come outside before it get violent"
Lights off, mask on, silent

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Kevin Gilyard