Wats Next ft. Bam Bam & RonBeats Lyrics

I've been thinkin' about love,Like shit I'm stressed

I've been all in my head, Like shit what's next

Fuck it, I'm back in the mix, fuck it, I'm back on your bitch

Fuck it I'm back on the and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends

Im wanting my ends fuck it I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits I'm wanting my ends

That love is stressed

Like shit what's next

Its crazy how you really left me

Back against the wall, streets is getting cold to me, thinkin' about you lately,

And how you really hold me,

Thought that you was proper but she was really cold to me

Taking advantage of love that I give you, that shit is just really embarrassing

Smoking these J's back to back I be high as a fuck, I be taking advantage

I be calling you daily, that shit is just ringing, I'm really just hoping you answer

Like damn this phone don't work, I'm sorry, I won't even ring again

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

The person you're trying to reach is not available, at the tone, please record your

message, when you have finished recording, you may hang up

Like damn, what the fuck, you can't even answer the phone, shit, I got shit going on, I'm

trying to call you though, like damn, you say you got my back, what the fuck really

going on like, I ain't even trying jump into no situation with you though, I ain't even

I don't arguments of none, call me back when you get this shit doe, shit I'm going thru it

I'm in my head like a bitch doe fuck it come on

Like what the fuck, you ain't even answering,

Shit you say you love me,

Ain't with that toxic shit that arguing shit, it's really over me

Man I love my old bitch but that old one really showed me

Showed me how to really care, showed me how to talk to you

Times that I rode to your crib in the middle of the night, and you need me to talk to you

When shit had really got worse for you, who was really there

I might drop a line or two, just knock off the edge

Bar for bar, I tell the truth, just tryn bless your ears

I've been thinking about love, like shit, I'm stressed

I've been all in my head, like shit, what's next

Fuck it, I'm back in the mix, fuck it, I'm back on your bitch

Fuck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits, I'm wanting my ends

I'm wanting my ends

Fuck it, I'm back on the road and I'm counting these digits

I'm wanting my ends,

Love is stress,

Like shit, what's next