Catfish

Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, Fatt You throw my love away in the trash I throw my drugs away in the trash Yeah, I know I lied, bae that's my bad I promise you, I wouldn't do it again I had a talk with the devil I met him He ask me, "what I'm gon do for to win" Why I'm doing these drugs?, I don't need this shit Why I can't leave you alone?, I don't need this bitch Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick Had a dream last night, I got face shot Fell in love, I'm so happy you stay mine Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime Even when I was broke, you had stayed down Now when you shopping, you pick anything out Fuck all the clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you will play foul Where you wanna go?, we gon do it today When you be gone I can't do it the same Fuck all them hoes, I don't care what they say Girl you really get me, all feelings the same You come around with a brand new linen This shit started out small, now it's way way bigger I be really getting high, for to cope with the pain I get sad about diamonds, designer, and chains I buy Gucci and Prada, you pick, what you want 'em You like being with a real nigga don't it? All tired with being with them broke niggas ain't it? Come look at me now, ma, yo son really famous Yeah, I love her to death, but I won't try to save her Girl the way we connect, I be something like the cable Copy my swag, niggas stealing my flavor And all these fuck niggas that's rapping I raised 'em And I cut you off, but you know you my baby And I let you go, but you know you my love You making me sad, Ima talk to you later I hang up on you and I'm calling the plug Getting higher, and higher, and higher, and higher I pour some more and I roll up more bud You said, you would leave And I know that you would Hell nah I don't need it, you keep it I'm good Said that she, "love me", she Catfish I spend a hundred on fashion I ride round with a bad bitch Whatever she want she can have it It make me sad, when you not smiling Long Live Smaky, I miss my potna It did me bad, it don't make me cry Ima thumb through racks for to ease my mind You throw my love away in the trash I throw my drugs away in the trash Bae, I know I lied, bae that's my bad I promise you, I wouldn't do it again I had a talk with the devil I met him He ask me, "what I'm gon do for to win" Why I'm doing these drugs?, I don't need this shit Why I can't leave you alone?, I don't need this bitch Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick Had a dream last night, I got face shot Fell in love, I'm so happy you stay mine Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime Even when I was broke, you had stayed down Now when you shopping, you pick anything out Fuck all the clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you will play foul (Play foul)