Wes Period - No Flowers lyrics

[Intro] How you got me so vexed, shorty I been thinking about you, thinking about the next homie And that Instagram pic got my tripping, fa sho But this Instagram [?] will get me tripping, fa sho Swear to God, I'll put a hex on you And your new dude's [?], I'll put a "x" on him One, two, watch me put a left on him Baby girl, your man's a b**h, I'll put a dress on him Can I flex? [Verse 1] What, you surprised because it's Wes? Girl, I came up from the west, I pa**ed the test You were with me Delivering flowers in [?] city I was standing tall while you were sitting pretty Now it's just dreams over b**hes, dreams over b**hes Man the weekend season about to turn dreams into riches Talk about it, I can get this cheese in a minute I don't need a chick, I could put the "d" in independent (uh) [Hook] There won't be no flowers waiting when you get home Now I know your secret, I don't f** with you no more Next time you see me, you'll be sad you let me go (Talk about it, talk about it) There will be no call me back [Verse 2] Such a beautiful b**h, what it juxtapose When you start to sinking quick, it gets uncomfortable And you been stuck with the same chick that you hate And you do the same things and live in the same place Can I get away I roll it up and just get faced She 2Pac [?] she current straight two-faced Damn, still I see no changes The only time we in love is when we make it Talk about it You ain't got to ask how that worked out I'm back at work now I'm working on my self worth now Love's a hell of a drug, bruh, bruh You can only love the girl, not what she does, bruh, bruh [?] times [?], [?] times [?] See once you fall in, you be as vexed as me Damn, never really should have gave her all of me And I just call it how I see it, stop calling me (please) [Hook] [Bridge] What you acting like a b**h for? Be careful what you wish for No flowers, flowers No flower, flowers Thinking that you're all that But I can take it all back No flowers, flowers No flower, flowers [Verse 3] Moral of the story, don't love them, homie Unless you love her, better trust who you cuffing, homie These lovely girls can be so ugly If your name ain't on it, don't belong to nobody This is heartbreak season And if she leaving Then it's barefoot, believe me I'mma need them Jefferies, accessories, all that This ain't beer pong, but I'mma need my balls back [Hook]