Without You

(album: Bars & Notes - 2017)

I could do this shit without you
I'm not thinking about you
Yes I got the nerve to call a bitch wen I'm around you
Yes I got a bitch she badder and she knows about you
If you heard my song she got me pissed well bitch this part two
Hold up now I'm clowning, pull up with the [?]
My new bitch pussy super wet she got me drowning
I can tell u super mad you saw my insta frowning
I don't look shit like Gambino but you call me childish
It ain't right it ain't right man I swear this shit ain't right
We gon fight if another bitch like you coming in my life
It's on sight
I'm just playing but I swear you ain't my type
You a friendly bitch and you know that I like my hoes uptight

You know that I ain't stressing
Know that I ain't stressing
Hoped you learned your lesson
You worry about the next bitch
Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven
Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin
You know that I ain't stressing
Know that I ain't stressing
Hoped you learned your lesson
You worry about the next bitch
Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven
Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

I can't even lie you got my head gone
Flexin on my ex they say I'm dead wrong
I can't even lie you had my head gone (hell yea)
Flexin on my ex they say I'm dead wrong
Now you want me back because I'm way up
Lay down on the phone we used to stay up
Reminiscing all them days and time we used to lay up
Now I'm ballin on you on my new one like a lay up
Now one night I stay up stay up stay up
Show I ain't no player player player
Girl I can't believe you girl I can't believe you lied
Can't believe I loved you just for you to waste my time

You know that I ain't stressing
Know that I ain't stressing
Hoped you learned your lesson
You worry about the next bitch
Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven
Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin
You know that I ain't stressing
Know that I ain't stressing
Hoped you learned your lesson
You worry about the next bitch
Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven
Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

See that chick gon mean she gon think it's tax time
Tell that bitch that standing in line she like a lunch line (hell yeah)
I don't think I love you like I used to
Drop me like a lame I had to treat you like my old hoe
75 thousand for my grill no
Got to be cover that's a thousand when I spend out (hell yeah)
I might spend a thousand on a bill could been you

You know that I ain't stressing
Know that I ain't stressing
Hoped you learned your lesson
You worry about the next bitch
Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven
Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin
You know that I ain't stressing
Know that I ain't stressing
Hoped you learned your lesson
You worry about the next bitch
Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven
Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin