"hurt u" lyrics

(You always remember)
Ayy, woah, you know
Damn, ayy, you know
Woah, you niggas ain't making no sense out here
You niggas ain't making no sense, ayy
Two plus two don't always equal four, nigga

I just snuck my gun in the club
I don't talk, I let drugs talk
She give top, grab her bun
See opp, I let gun off
It sound like a drum, uh
Text her off my burner
Lil' kamehame murder
Keep sake in my journal

How did you feel like? (Woah, no)
Woah (Oh, no), put the bullet on his face, like dermal (Oh, no)
Square ass nigga, he urkle (urkle)
Fuck around, murk you (Murk you)
I don't wanna hurt you (Hurt you)
Why his jeans say, "Purple"? (Purple)
I don't think he's worth you (Worth you)
I'll show you what a Perc' do (Perc' do)
I'll show you what the lyrics mean
I'm still rocking that True-True
No, I don't fuck with Amiri jeans
'Cause they too skinny on me
Bad lil' bitch, she getting on me
Call her whip, she creaming on me
She like, "Top Kid stalling on me" (Mm)

Wait, what the fuck?
Stalling on me (Stalling on me), stalling on me (Stalling on me)
Stalling on me (Stalling on me), stalling on me (Stalling on me)
Stalling on me (Stalling on me), stalling on me (Stalling on me)
Stalling on me (Stalling on me)

I don't want you dying on me
Don't fall down on me
How could you lie on me?
Then you gon' cry on me (Blatt, blatt)
Woah, rocking my drip, my drip
Came up, I done did my shit
Bad ho, and she did my dick, woah (Blatt)

That's it? That's it?
Keep that, yeah, yeah
Is the mic on? Ayy, ayy
DJ, turn me up, is the mic on?
DJ, turn me up, is the mic on?
DJ, turn me up, is my mic working?
My mic working