Why you gotta do me like that?
My face in my hands, you got me down bad
Why you gotta do me like that?
Tracin' my steps trynna see what I did,
But I know I do s**t that deserves this
Now that you got me
In your pocket
You trynna call them shots but ***** no please just stop it
Never find one like me
These boys they carbon copies
They look like Denis Rodman, way back in the nineteen 90's
I get that look around me
Like Jenga stack your bodies
No, Bones don't like nobody
Smoke **** go-go some out here
Kicking raps is the hobby
We cash up in the lobby
We only here for 24 hours so I'm trynna see what's poppin'
City lights they shinin'
The bugdet just keep climbin'
Boy you need to sell them diamonds
I notice your numbers droppin'
To me that don't mean nothin'
But to you it's everything
Better round up them cars, chains,
Clothes and the fancy diamond rings
Why you gotta do me like that?
My face in my hands, you got me down bad
Why you gotta do me like that?
Tracin' my steps trynna see what I did,
But I know I do s**t that deserves this