| Wasn’t 'posed to be all this |
| Wasn’t 'posed to be no strings attached |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| And I fuck with you the long way, you know that |
| Wasn’t 'posed to be all this |
| Wasn’t 'posed to be no strings attached |
| You wasn’t 'posed to give me this much off my back |
| It remind me of the last time that it had went bad |
| It fuck up my trust and I shut everyone down |
| The meds only thing I depend on to help me out |
| I love when you wear that, baby, it bring you out |
| I’m not used to this, you gotta help me out |
| I’m not, I’m not, I’m not |
| I’m not, I’m not used to this, baby girl, you gotta help me out |
| Oh, oh, I’m not used to this, baby girl, you gotta help me out |
| You the baddest in my eyes, hands down |
| So baby take your pants down |
| In a highrise, you ain’t in a ran down |
| You off-campus, in my hands now |
| Tell these pussy ass niggas, «Shut up» |
| They ain’t even really what’s up |
| Thirty five on my fucking wrist, bitch, tell these mans get your bands up |
| You old ass niggas need to man up |
| See me in person, be fanned up |
| And I don’t really like to be on camera but you can take it for the 'Gram, yeah |
| She using my lingo, she love my grammar |
| So I’ma let her hold the hammer |
| I’ll put 'em up for you but would you write me when I’m jammed up? |
| Yeah, I’m finna go in |
| Cartier wrist, it’s frozen |
| Niggas be nosing |
| Off the lean, dozing |
| Get a cream soda, pour fours in |
| Bitch, I be cozing |
| Lil' Rino, I’m chosen |
| Bitch, I don’t never be voting |
| Bitch, I be focused |
| By myself, yeah, I’m nodding off in a Redeye, probably couldn’t control it |
| I really love dead guys |
| We just smoke dead guys, roll up, put 'em in the damn sky, oh yeah |
| And I fuck with you the long way, you know that |
| Wasn’t 'posed to be all this, wasn’t 'posed to be no strings attached |
| And I’m sipping on drank, got me so attached |
| Think I’ma fall back 'cause I’m falling in love too fast |
| You wasn’t 'posed to be all that |