Goddamn, I don't know what to do
I see your texts but I don't really like you
You got me fucked up, do I have to remind you? (huh, uh)
Niggas fake, it ain't nothing new
Got a bitch and she got a lil' attitude
Got a bag, gotta do what I gotta do (oh)
And why this nigga acting like he my friend?
I thought we all would be bros in the end
I'm so high off this gas, I can't land
But I guess not
And it's fucked up, and you fucked up
And I hate you, I despise you
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
Goddamn, I don't know what to do
I see your texts but I don't really like you
You got me fucked up, do I have to remind you? (huh, uh)
Niggas fake, it ain't nothing new
Got a bitch and she got a lil' attitude
Got a bag, gotta do what I gotta do
In the end it's your fault, I don't really care
In the end it's your loss, I don't really care
In the end it's your loss, I don't really care
Yeah, yeah