Had To Quit F*cking With You Lyrics

I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
Damn, homie, all the shit that we've been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
You, I gotta quit fucking with you,
You, I gotta quit fucking with you.
You were my main bitch and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, gotta quit fucking with you.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Let me tell you a story about this bitch I hate,
Used to buy this bitch on top of bed,
She a bad bitch, kept me on my swag shit,
We just gonna be on styling, bitch kinda act a lil' childish.
My main bitch, I think I like this hoe,
What the fuck was wrong with me? Think they knocking white this hoe.
Let put it like this, she on the money team,
Every rapper, every trampler, every outfit.

I gotta quit fucking with you,
Every nigger in the city be fucking with you.
Little land bitch, always on that client shit,
Find me, cute face, you think she's so innocent.
Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, way into me,
We be fucking instantly, gotta hid the inconsistency.
Consistency, she fucked my head out mentally,
Gotta hate ‘em, you better leave, I thought this bitch was into me.

I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
All the shit we've been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

My home boy, write it down,
Rip copying, use to clap it, we stay in this game.
Sunday night, feeling the club,
No pistols on deck, so you know what it want.
Enemy in this bitch, he laughing on g up,
You don't want see me in club before it's to kill.
Gun jam, homie, for real,
Turkish blouse, straight out the window, under the crib.
It's one time, you know what it do,
Fucking hell, no, I gotta quit fucking with you,
Homeboy in the field, one hundred twenty months,
He be down by three, get out a couple months.

I gotta quit fucking with you,
I can read between the lines, I know what it do.
He tell us all and I'm telling them , too,
Let the screen, man, I gotta quit fucking with you.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
All the shit we've been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.