I be home on my
Couch kickin it, downtown city sh**
Got that whiskey dick, txt a b**h for some titty pics
She hit me back with that "oh boy I'm busy" sh**
Maybe if my game was tighter she would lemme hit
Toss my cell up on the table take another swig
Put the wild turkey down and light another cig
Call comin in, it's the ex again
Our txt section full of unread messages
I drunk answer like "what do you want?"
She like "listen for a minute" , I'm like "shut the f** up"
She had the balls to mention trust so I called her a c*nt
She had a grown man cryin no more bottlin up
Cuz this is how I really feel about it
f** b**hes get money I'm just keepin it a thousand
Grippin my bottle like we friends to the end
Phone ringin she was callin again, damn