Bitches they want my attention
I do not look they direction
I'm a loner I don't need no friends
I don't need more pressure more tension
I thought you was all about me
I'm the nigga now why do you doubt me
I heard you was falling in lust
I heard you was giving it up
That's your issue you trust 'em too much
I could make it all so simple

Bitches they want my attention
I do not look they direction
Do it look like I'm hurt like I'm stressing?
I could make it all so simple

I cannot trust 'em
I need no loving
Handle is 'Huglife' end of discussion
Scoop 'em and serve 'em 
Take 'em to junction
Drop all the fuck shit
G-P the function
Been with the motive 
Early 2000
Slide thru my DM
Girl you so arousing

Used to be trash boy
Used to be sad boy
Now I'm the rad,
The too much pinashe boy
The artsy collab boy
That don't text you back
I used to play gameboy
Back in the day boy
Back in the day
Summer of Slay boy
Winthrop in May boy
Surfing the wave


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