"Stuck In My Ways" lyrics
(feat. Jay Gwuapo)
Damn, lil' fuckboy, man, you know that I be killin' shit
Glah
Fuck it, you ain't mean shit to me
I got money, they treatin' me differently
Like, look what you did to me
You put the demon right into me
I don't know if she feelin' me
And she hate that I'm stuck in my ways
Told bro that these bitches insane
Lost in my thoughts, I be goin' insane
Sh-, she like, "Why you can't answer my call?"
I can't text, baby, I'm on the plane (Glah)
But I cannot blame you
I've been a person who raised you
And if she for the streets
I don't think that is the woman for me
She a bird, all on the block
She don't know better, her mom is a thot
Told my bitch, "I like you a lot."
And this ain't the reason you hot
I love the way that you move
I think of you when I'm not in the mood
Mama told me, "Do not play with your food"
But I got a thing for the 'ushy
Like that, don't you go fuck with the room
Damn, too good to be true
All these bitches, they fucked up my trust
And it don't be love, it be lust
I'm just praying I find me my India
Pop a 30 to see through the pain
At 2 AM, I be thinking she missin' me
I'm in love with your life, if your listening
Like, look what the fuck you done did to me
Fuck it, you ain't mean shit to me
I got money, they treatin' me differently
Like, look what you did to me
You put the demon right into me
I ain't cuffin' a thot, I need a Barbie
You gon' go right with the rest of them bitches
Stay on my knocks, feel like the king of New York
'Cause I'm really the best in this shit
Gave her the dick
She keep on calling my phone, ain't no time to be stressin' a bitch
Fuck all the opps, I keep on fuckin' these bitches
I really fell in love with this shit
Baby, I'm heartless, I gotta stay to myself
I don't think I'm ready for you
I know you made for the streets
God ain't make you for me, I'm just telling the truth
They know we G.B.G gang
Y'all niggas better stop playing, y'all know what we do
Free all my niggas that's locked
No, I can't wait 'til they touch, I'ma wait for my crew
Nigga
Glah
Glah
And if she for the streets
I don't think that is the woman for me
She a bird, all on the block
She don't know better, her mom is a thot
Told my bitch, "I like you a lot."
And this ain't the reason you hot
I love the way that you move
I think of you when I'm not in the mood
Mama told me, "Do not play with your food"
But I got a thing for the 'ushy
Like that, don't you go fuck with the room
Damn, too good to be true
All these bitches, they fucked up my trust
And it don't be love, it be lust
I'm just praying I find me my India
Glah
Fuck it, you ain't mean shit to me
I got money, they treatin' me differently
Like, look what you did to me
You put the demon right into me
I don't know if she feelin' me
And she hate that I'm stuck in my ways
Told bro that these bitches insane
Lost in my thoughts, I be goin' insane
Sh-, she like, "Why you can't answer my call?"
I can't text, baby, I'm on the plane (Glah)
But I cannot blame you
I've been a person who raised you
And if she for the streets
I don't think that is the woman for me
She a bird, all on the block
She don't know better, her mom is a thot
Told my bitch, "I like you a lot."
And this ain't the reason you hot
I love the way that you move
I think of you when I'm not in the mood
Mama told me, "Do not play with your food"
But I got a thing for the 'ushy
Like that, don't you go fuck with the room
Damn, too good to be true
All these bitches, they fucked up my trust
And it don't be love, it be lust
I'm just praying I find me my India
Pop a 30 to see through the pain
At 2 AM, I be thinking she missin' me
I'm in love with your life, if your listening
Like, look what the fuck you done did to me
Fuck it, you ain't mean shit to me
I got money, they treatin' me differently
Like, look what you did to me
You put the demon right into me
I ain't cuffin' a thot, I need a Barbie
You gon' go right with the rest of them bitches
Stay on my knocks, feel like the king of New York
'Cause I'm really the best in this shit
Gave her the dick
She keep on calling my phone, ain't no time to be stressin' a bitch
Fuck all the opps, I keep on fuckin' these bitches
I really fell in love with this shit
Baby, I'm heartless, I gotta stay to myself
I don't think I'm ready for you
I know you made for the streets
God ain't make you for me, I'm just telling the truth
They know we G.B.G gang
Y'all niggas better stop playing, y'all know what we do
Free all my niggas that's locked
No, I can't wait 'til they touch, I'ma wait for my crew
Nigga
Glah
Glah
And if she for the streets
I don't think that is the woman for me
She a bird, all on the block
She don't know better, her mom is a thot
Told my bitch, "I like you a lot."
And this ain't the reason you hot
I love the way that you move
I think of you when I'm not in the mood
Mama told me, "Do not play with your food"
But I got a thing for the 'ushy
Like that, don't you go fuck with the room
Damn, too good to be true
All these bitches, they fucked up my trust
And it don't be love, it be lust
I'm just praying I find me my India
