Wang II

Prom night don’t wanna slow dance
Hallways she not the type tryna hold hands
See her phone, 'prolly cheating her hoe ass
Ran up my money and now I need mo bands
Every time she around try to give it a chance
I don’t want love bitch, I’m tryna fuck on your friends
She hit my phone out the cut I fell for it again
I don’t want love, bitch I’m tryna run up my M’s
Bet she would fuck wit me if I pulled up in a Benz
Bet she would fuck wit me if I was balling like him
She ain’t wan fuck wit me, now I been stacking my ends
Ain’t see the picture I’m cropping that bitch out the lens
Would drop a bag for her but I came back to my sense
Why would I spend on a bitch that ain’t even my bitch
Thought she was balling and now her ass back on the bench
I made a hunnid plus off backends
Her boyfriend really thought that he was trappin
I guess shawdy saw he ain’t having
Ain’t a good mix when you broke and a bad bitch
Black heart these bitches made me a savage
She the type bitch wanna call me for Xanman
Bet she would fuck on me if I was Lucci
Give me a 100 mil plus and I still wouldn’t buy her no Gucci
Give me a black card still wouldn’t buy her no Louis
These bitches be broke and they bougie
You never had me so how could you lose me
You loving that bitch & she makin you feel like a goofy
Wang wang, i’m not even saying her name
Skirt off put 200 dash in a Range
Ain’t tricking, I rather drop bands on a chain
Wang wang, damn you see how I changed
You hop out your feelings then run up some money you never gon look at these
bitches the same