[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (Aye)
Still not understandin' this logic (Aye)
I'm back and I'm better (And I'm better)
I want you bad as ever
Don't let me just let up
I wanna give you better
Baby, it's whatever
Somebody gotta step up
Girl, I'm that somebody, so I'm next up
Be damned if I let him catch up
It's easy to see that you're fed up
I am on a whole 'nother level
Girl, he only f**ed you over cause you let him
f** him, girl, I guess he didn't know any better
Girl, that man didn't show any effort
Do all I can just to show you you're special
Certain it's your love that holds me together
Lately you say he been k**in' the vibe
Gotta be sick of this guy
Pull up, skrr, get in the ride
Left hand is steerin' the other is grippin' your thigh
Light up a spliff and get high
Shawty, you deserve what you've been missin'
Lookin' at you I'm thinkin' he must be trippin'
Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen"
[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Don't
Don't
[Verse 2: Alanka Beatz]
Girl, you and me we gotta meet
There's no reason for you to cheat
You got me on my feet, saying
You're on fleek
All your pics are so damn sweet
You are such a treat
And you don't need any tweaks
But I haven't seen you and that's so peak
How did I pull you, That's my technique
But these techniques are so antique
You're one in a kind girl you're so unique
It's not too late girl it's still midweek
Stop playing your games, girl, hide and seek
[Hook: Alanka Beatz]
Don't
[Bridge: Alanka Beatz]
Lately, I noticed you get on my nerve
Is it all hate that you serve
n***a observe
This is my girl
She is so leng and she makes my world all twirl
Cadbury's, Past hors d'oeuvres
Girl, you rule my universe
Lookin' at you I'm thinkin' he must be trippin'
Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen"
[Hook: Alanka Beatz & Bryson Tiller]
Don't
[Verse 3: King Vory & (Alanka Beatz]
H-Town got a n***a so throwed
Pour up, we can party some more (oh baby)
Yeah, got this drank in my cup (cup)
Got a young n***a feelin' so throwed (oh baby)
Spit fire in a world so cold (so cold)
Young money got a n***a feelin' old (oh baby)
Spit fire in a world so cold (so cold)
H-Town got me feelin' so throwed (oh baby)
H-Town got me feelin' so throwed (so throwed)
Ride paint and we sip 'til we fold (oh baby)
H-Town got me feelin' so throwed (so throwed)
Spit fire in a world so cold (oh baby)
H-Town got a n***a so throwed (throwed)
[Hook: Alanka Beatz & Bryson Tiller]
Don't