[Intro]
28 shit
​​preHISTORIC

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know how this shit goes
How that shit goes so tell 'em (Man tell them)
Is she don’t run when you run
Fuck her, my man, can't help it (Just leave her)
Put your heart back in your little bitch ass chest
N***a, don't sweat it (You good)
My n***a, I get it (You good)
My n***a, I get it
You can’t sleep at night next to her
Say I can't do it (I feel you)
But you can't pay the rent by yourself
What the fuck are you doin' (Fuck is you doin')
Every time you try to talk her out
It feels like you losin' (Feels like you losin')
No point to send no text, she vexed
She's stressed, it’s gruesome (It’s ugly)
I kept it chill, I kept it cool, you kept it ruthless
You blocked all my paths, drained all my gas
Seized all my movements
Got in my brain, multiplied pain
You think I'm stupid? (You think I’m stupid?)
You think I'm stupid? (You think I'm stupid?)
Yeah, you right, you'd be better off by yourself (Just be lonely)
’Cause I need help, you need help, we all need help
I ain't sayin' this in so long, but when I'm gone (What?)
[Chorus]
Don't be writin' me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways steppin', bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine
So don't write me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways steppin', bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine

[Verse 2]
Jacked up the price
Now I think they all know (Oh my god, I think I see it)
I set a new bar
Just so I could dodge yours (Oh my god, I think I see it)
I'm too hot, not lookin' for a snow cone
I just want a bad bitch, but they all Instagram hoes
I'm good, I'm good
Yeah, I think I'm finna past by (I'm straight)
Sorry, I don't want you, bitch, I'm too hype
I'm good, I'm good
And your attitude is too dry (I'm straight)
Sorry, I don't want you, bitch, I'm too hype

[Chorus]
Don't be writin' me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways steppin', bitch, you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine
So don't write me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways steppin', bitch, you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine