I got so used to being used
I got so used to being used
I got so used to being used, yeah
I be smiling, but it ain’t my mood
I just be actin’ like it’s cool
But you don’t wanna see me not cool

Girl, I do anything that you want me to
But only if you put me in the mood
Only if you put me in the right mood, yeah
I like you more than you like me, but it's cool
That’s just somethings that I got used to
I’m so used to being used (I got used)

And my girl be ghosting, that’s my shoes
I cannot love in out of my mood
I cannot stop fuckin’ with you
I cannot tell and my girl be ghosting, that’s my shoes
I cannot love in out of my mood
I cannot love
I cannot love

I’m sick of acting like everything’s okay when it’s not good
Nowadays everybody wanna be top one
Anti-social thug, I be talkin’ to a shotgun
Just me and my self, hoping I don’t get lined up
What, you tried to line me?
If a n***a’s moving wocky copy, yeah
The car key got a button to start it
I don’t think A Boogie really fuckin’ with Artist
I’m the king of the jungle in the 'Rari, yeah
Don’t be lyin’, I know you fuckin’ somebody else
I know you a thottie you like to party, yeah
So don’t you call me no nickname, don’t call me Artie, yeah

Don’t you call me no nickname, don’t call me Artie, yeah
Put a Wraith on a Uzi, bought a Buggati, yeah
Told the lawyer the Gucci is a deposit, yeah
Just in case one of my n***as go catch a body, yeah

Yeah, a couple wise from the big X
Make a n***a wanna change his mind cause I ain’t wit that
Lucky n***a could’ve lost his mind with a headshot
He was wildin’ for respect, he almost died for his wrist back
Knocked his body right outta his watch, took his baguettes
My Richie cost over a half a milli, it got my wrist wet

I’m so used to being used, yeah
Yeah, use me, whatever you doing, yeah