Invites

(album: Purple Summer 2: Son Don't Shine - 2016)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah

She smart, look what the head got her
Roll your purple
Ferragamo and some red bottoms
Chanel by the bag
"Izzy, you're my nigga"
She know I got a cold past, she gon pull the trigger
She don't wanna see me in the pen again
So she gon have to flake out on her friends again
When a nigga callin, she drop everything
Drop her pussy, drop her keys, and drop her wedding ring
She acting like she cool "I'm fucking back with a nigga"
Just cause she know I'm a fool and I keep 100 bitches
But she still wanna game...talking bad when her homegirls ask "who is that?"
Cause she know they tryna snatch me
Horny, she harass me, sending me her address
When I'm spinning out, I put my shit under the mattress
Ho, ain't no going through my pockets, steady fronting, you should stop it

She text my phone, she be like "baby, where you been at?"
She invite me to her home...then I kill it when she leave that
Look how late she text my phone, she be like "baby, where you been at?"
She invite me to her home...then I kill it when she leave that
Yeah