Fucked your bitch

Yeah

Uh

Deep in it

You know what it is

Pulled up slow

Tint so black you feel the echo

Hand on her thigh

She laughed, said you a let-go

Gold on my tooth

She tracing it, saying I’m “trouble”

You texting her phone

She flip it face-down on the marble

Late night fade

Her nails in my skin like a barcode

Name on her waist

She cover it, “We ain’t that close”

You buy her a bag

I toss her my hoodie, she love it

You calling her queen

She in my DMs like “Drop the addy” in public

Fucked your bitch, yeah, I did that

You in love, she ain’t with that

You at home, tryna win back

She in my lap, lemme sit back

Fucked your bitch, that’s a big fact

You got played, better face that

Whole time you was big mad

She in my crib where I lay at

She like my smell

Smoke and cologne in the same breath

You bought her a ring

She took it off by my bedrest

You talking ‘bout trust

She talking ‘bout how my hands feel

You talking ‘bout dates

She talking ‘bout how my chain real

She said you soft

Always apologizing on FaceTime

I said a word

She wrote it down like a baseline

You post her up

Caption with hearts, tryna claim her

I crop her face

Just show the legs on my table, player