198 Lyrics

And now I'm afraid

That I can't take this fabricated love

You twist the knife in me

You drag me down, then pull me up above

You called me up for the last time

Talking shit we both know isn't true

But you still run in my mind

Even though it's a lie and I'm just a new game to you

And you're giving me green lights

But I can't seem to see the right hue

And you're bleeding me dry

On the concrete, I lie

Plagued by pictures of you

Double hue on the coupe

Double seat, check the view

Then we sneak in the stu

I got no time for a temporary crew

Nah, I roll with a few

You ain't jumping no queue

And I'm sitting, spitting barbs in the booth

You stay far from the truth

I stay hard, shatterproof

I play rough, flowing smooth

Got a lot left to prove

Carmody in the groove

Flip the key and we move, like

You're talking like you love me but you do not

You're leaving me bleeding out, take your best shot

I'm wearing you like a noose now

Losing my breath at your hands

Is it your appetite? Is it lust, is it spite

I don't wanna know what you've planned

Now my temperature's dropped down

Your motivations, I don't understand

And even if we could work out, you're in my blind spot now

So tell me, where do I stand

And now, I'm afraid

That I can't take this fabricated love

You twist the knife in me

You drag me down, then pull me up above

You're talking like you love me but you do not

You're leaving me bleeding out, take your best shot

I'm tryna cut ties, but you keep me in knots

My heart, it stops beating, you're like a, bloodclot

This that 198 out the 905, punk

Deep S-I-X style, coming at you like a semi-truck

You steady bluff, never hard enough to satiate

We locked the gang locked down, stick up that 198

Guess who's back with a vengeance and a blood budget

You wanna diss from the wings, you lost your damn bucket

Just tryna cope with the fact that nobody feels you

So either hop on our wave or get the fuck in our rearview

Now I'm back, with the track rec to prove

I'm not passing on through

Got the pass from the crew

I got no time for a temporary view

Turn the page, chapter two

I ain't changed, I just grew

Got no time for your temporary cliques

I stay making 'em scream, on that Neve '96

Cozeedrips, me and Blitz riding hot in the mix

Riding flyly when Kylie kiss Goodwood & 6th, like

Ahh, shit