"I Miss That Neck" lyrics

Just told a weak bitch I'm too turnt for you
Woke up too high, might give a raise to my blunt roller
Niggas get to hatin' when they run over
Reason I keep blicky, shit get stickier than cup holders

Yo' bitch just caught me being thirsty, tryna fuck Oprah
I guess I'm single now, at least that's what that hoe hopin'
No bitches at the BNB soon as the show over
Gettin' my dick sucked on the phone, cussin' yo' bitch out

Told her I'ma let her go, one more miscount
Walk out with my jewelry on, that's a mistrial
Every day I ball out, these niggas inbounds
Man, the way that nigga told, he at the impound

Switchy make the frrrp sound
Yeah, scope on this bitch, boy, I see you from across the room like Chris Brown
I'm at Zorbas with my feet up right on 6 Mile
She told her she was working out, she with me doin' chin downs

We on that nigga, hoe, just not yours
And why the fuck I can't find no matching pair inside my socks drawer
Yeah, at Chanel, shopping spree for my top whores
Got a bag full of drip, this not popcorn

Yeah, house full of hoes, no more locked doors
My bitch keep stalking my one hoe, it's twenty-nine more
I ain't gon' say you losing, y'all just gettin' outscored
Daylight savings, boy I came Tom Ford

Playa hatin', boy you came top score
I don't even wanna hang with you, your bitch way cooler
Finna measure that bitch throat with a ten inch ruler
Got pointers on my hand, bitch think I'm Krueger

Goin' back and forth with a simp ass loser
Bae, who told you I'm a dog, where you hear that rumor
You know your bitch a chooser, you miss that cooter
You know your bitch a rat, you miss that neck