Still L
Yeah, i moved on, he still listening
Got me on his mind when he kissing him
I ain't mean to brag, I ain't dissing him
Got him thinking bout the past, reminiscing
Now I could give a bout what he pissing in
Wishing him the best without missing him
I still got that hitta drenched like a christening
Best he ever had like I'm Michelin
Yeah, he got me on repeat
Stream me at the gym, and then he snap me for the streak
Tired of the bull, that's the shit that you can keep
He be acting like he just got done with sucking on his mommas tit
Said he still respect my craft
But that I need to do some growing, need to forge my path
Hitta got jokes, had to force the laugh
Yo, if he waste another sec, he paying time and half
No I ain't need ya blessing
Bitch, I'm from Marrero, 20 min from the crescent
Hitta took the L but didn't learn from his lesson
Got his hand on my thigh, that's my button he pressing
Got 'em coming back, yeah, I drove him insane
Holding off the sex, but he looking for the brain
He just really worried that I'm bout to drop his name
Cuz that hitta went to sleep, and thought of me before he came
Yeah, i moved on, he still listening
Got me on his mind when he kissing him
I ain't mean to brag, I ain't dissing him
Got him thinking bout the past, reminiscing
Now I could give a bout what he pissing in
Wishing him the best without missing him
I still got that hitta drenched like a christening
Best he ever had like I'm Michelin
No, I ain't twisting the story
I ain't need to do the work, that hitta doing it for me
Hitta looking for a pass, but this is my territory
He keep on digging bigger holes, and I ain't talking the glory
He tried to play me like Woody
Put his name up on my foot and had me CiCi the goodies
Hitta tryna cuddle, but I'm good with the hoodie
He disrespecting the grind, and I ain't talking a noogie
When these hittas talk, they never think first
If that hitta signing, get the ink first
Hittas think they cute with the ish
But we messing up they game, no, they never catch us blink first
Had to get it off of my chest
I ain't tryna take a shot, but you should stick with the vest
Yeah, I guess we straight, said, I'd wish him the best
But, if he ever get it twisted, then I'll come for the neck
Yeah, i moved on, he still listening
Got me on his mind when he kissing him
I ain't mean to brag, I ain't dissing him
Got him thinking bout the past, reminiscing
Now I could give a bout what he pissing in
Wishing him the best without missing him
I still got that hitta drenched like a christening
Best he ever had like I'm Michelin
Got him thinking bout the past, reminiscing
Best he ever had like I'm Michelin