22 (Remix)

(ZvanZ)

She having deep thought, and I can see it
Everything that I say, know I mean it
Said "I love you," just believe it
I hate it when we argue for no reason
Pouring up that cup, I think I'm drinking
I'm pouring up for nothing, think I'm fiending
She going off for nothing, think I'm cheating
I can't blame lil' baby, I'm a demon

We out, I order Sprite and put codeine in it
But she don't like that shit when I be ignorant
I'm pouring up the pint what you had spent on rent
If she don't like her ass, then we fixing it
Hop in X6 twin-turbo, big as shit
My bitch bad and she boujee and she Snicker thick
Nigga tryna pluck twenty-two, we split his wig
You could try to try my bitch, but you ain't getting shit
You niggas desperate for my ho
I keep checking on my ho
I ain't never stressing on my ho
I count these backends with my ho
You be acting for your ho
You'll get slapped in front of your ho
I can't believe these jokes
Nigga dapped me up saying "Bro"
Then tried to talk to my ho
But we ain't stressing anything
It's still purple everything
It's still purple everything

Blowing up his phone, I know I'm tripping for no reason
He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiending
He don't want no other hoes 'cause that lil' shit too easy
Know I talk a lot of shit, but he know I don't mean it
Big bro say I'm tripping, but I got a hundred reasons
One hundred fucking reasons, I'm never ever leaving
Nope, I ain't leaving
Even if we ain't speaking
And if we ain't speaking, you know I'ma be tweaking
Need a real bitch, I ain't nothing like these groupie hoes
Nothing like these bitches sitting front row at your fucking shows
He need him a real one, something to make him feel some
I know I ain't tripping man, about you I might kill some
(Huh, yeah) Kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some
Make one call, he still come 'cause I make him feel some
Yeah, feel some, feel some
This lil' something different, swear to God it make him feel numb

(ZvanZ)