Why did Abby do me like that?
Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat
You acted like I was a gas bag
Go out, don't check the price tag
Could be one to one thousand it's a grand
Or it's a rack, I call it a band
Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex
At my funeral, I don't need your respects
Why did abby do me like that?
Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat
You acted like I was a gas bag
Go out, don't check the price tag
Could be one to one thousand it's a grand
Or it's a rack, I call it a band
Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex
At my funeral, I don't need your respects
You said okay and said goodbye
Acting like I'm the bad guy
Spent time listening to your BS
About your love for me, let out the stress
Watched while you shot your arrows
While your feelings for me were narrow
Acting like we had a future together
But bye bye, all together
One day, you were okay
Second day, I started to pray
You didn't love me, a cliché
I knew it that one day
Ghosted me for days on end
Couldn't even type hi and press send
I was gonna try and keep going
But knew the answer before it stopped flowing
Why did Abby do me like that?
Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat
You acted like I was a gas bag
Go out, don't check the price tag
Could be one to one thousand it's a grand
Or it's a rack, I call it a band
Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex
At my funeral, I don't need your respects
Fuck the gator cup, fuck shooting
All this, I'm still computing
End of it, it broke me down
Till we called, it was a countdown
Never happened, what a joke
Like a veggie, I wouldn't care if you artichoke
Cuddling on the couch in the studio
Acting like we would get our own chateau
Get some fluffers in the yard
It never ended, like a die hard
But it didn't matter, nothing does
And you ended it like a buzz
I got the collar you got the leash
I listened to you, she said kapeesh
Fuck that shit, I love the weights
Don't talk to me, I don't want no updates
Why did Abby do me like that?
Stop girl, don't fuck with the chit chat
You acted like I was a gas bag
Go out, don't check the price tag
Could be one to one thousand it's a grand
Or it's a rack, I call it a band
Got it on my wrist. Call it a flex
At my funeral, I don't need your respects