Sweetheart

ian (Trap)

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Just here for a good time tonight
I'ma turn up like it's nobody else business
You will not play with them guns, aight?
Big chopsticks, somethin' like Bobby and Whitney
I can't really play no mind to y'all
Y'all broke-ass hoes be hatin' and bitchin'
Ho' need to get her mind alright
She keep tellin' me lies and I don't wanna hear it
I could blow up like dynamite and then go on a hiatus, straight up disappear
I wanna get so high tonight that I'm reunited with my brothers again
She said: It's you and I for good, but I really can't fuck with that ho', she pretend
I done went and got me a model bitch and my last ho' mad 'cause the new one a ten

I'm stuntin' (I'm stuntin'), I'm still the same (I'm still the same)
Old money (Old money), new chain (New chain)
I love her (I love her), she don't know my name (She don't know my name)
Make one call to my brother, he'll come find your gang
I'm gettin' tired of you mean hoes, I think I need me a sweetheart
Now I'm stackin' up with my amigos, every one of 'em could've went D1
We really havin' that red and pink, my cup look like a SweeTart
This bitch wanna throw neck to me, I get it all then deport
I been thinkin' 'bout us, thinkin' 'bout we, can we try again?
Broke boy takin' the bus, I'm in a Jeep, this is a Track'
Constantly addin' my funds like every week, you subtract
We hit you and your brothers, you try me, you'll get whacked
My outfit cost your rent, for real, this jacket on me is [?]
It feels so good to touch a mil', I got it, but now I need more
We could jump out like: What's the deal? Boy, we'd come and fry you up
You went up and did your thing, but what did it cost you though?
Boy, I really thought you was—