CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : resolve
You don't wanna talk more sh*t, I don't really give a f**k what you say
Couldn't really give a sh*t, what you think (Yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks, like I'm in my bag, I guess that's my resolve
I don't know, I guess I gotta prove wrong again
friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you really wanna f**king try
I'm with kuru, he want me to stay low
B-b*t*h I'm always getting bread, like straight up (I want you)
Walk inside the club like I want to, baby I don't want you (What you know about me?)
She like "Dante, why don't you stay a while?"
Posted with my brothers in the back sippin [?]
I think that boy out of breath, think he ran a mile
Cr-Crazy, yeah, I know that you gon' take his style
Pleasе don't ask me when I'm coming home
And you won't catch mе, b*t*h, I'm in my zone
Don't text me when I'm running home, oh, oh
You don't wanna talk more sh*t, I don't really give a f**k what you say
Couldn't really give a sh*t, what you think (Yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks, like I'm in my bag, I guess that's my resolve
I don't know, you still gotta prove wrong [?]
friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you really wanna f**king try
Yeah, uh, I know you hate me, I don't really give a f**k
B*t*h, I've gotten lazy
And I'm sorry that you're jealous, figure it out
You're a b*t*h times two
I'm with [?] and we kickin sh*t like [?]
He can't his mouth shut, put his pockets so small
And it sucks, you're a b*t*h, and your friends don't like you
I got a bat in the back, in case I need to fight you
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h b*t*h
Woah
Couldn't really give a sh*t, what you think (Yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks, like I'm in my bag, I guess that's my resolve
I don't know, I guess I gotta prove wrong again
friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you really wanna f**king try
I'm with kuru, he want me to stay low
B-b*t*h I'm always getting bread, like straight up (I want you)
Walk inside the club like I want to, baby I don't want you (What you know about me?)
She like "Dante, why don't you stay a while?"
Posted with my brothers in the back sippin [?]
I think that boy out of breath, think he ran a mile
Cr-Crazy, yeah, I know that you gon' take his style
Pleasе don't ask me when I'm coming home
And you won't catch mе, b*t*h, I'm in my zone
Don't text me when I'm running home, oh, oh
You don't wanna talk more sh*t, I don't really give a f**k what you say
Couldn't really give a sh*t, what you think (Yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks, like I'm in my bag, I guess that's my resolve
I don't know, you still gotta prove wrong [?]
friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you really wanna f**king try
Yeah, uh, I know you hate me, I don't really give a f**k
B*t*h, I've gotten lazy
And I'm sorry that you're jealous, figure it out
You're a b*t*h times two
I'm with [?] and we kickin sh*t like [?]
He can't his mouth shut, put his pockets so small
And it sucks, you're a b*t*h, and your friends don't like you
I got a bat in the back, in case I need to fight you
B*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h b*t*h
Woah
