It's Givin Lyrics

Huh huh huh huh yeah

Huh huh huh huh yeah

Went through my phone guess she Read all my text

I slipped up ain't delete that message From my ex

She like what the fuck is this I started Puffing out my chest

I told her ass if she gone come then Please come correct

You my bitch why the fuck I got to Ask you for some sex

She like I'm busy I don't wanna hear That shit I say next

She get a phone call who the fuck Calling you collect

She like chill you be tripping you Ain't gotta do all that

I get suspicions you be acting Different

How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter

You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor

Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers

Yeah

It's giving pain on pain

Song on song

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

I get suspicions you be acting Different

How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter

You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor

Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers

Yeah

It's giving pain on pain

Song on song

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

Devil in disguise seen it a couple Times

Why the fuck you want to play the Victim then get sad and cry

Kept it ah buck all the time you Feeding me lies

Looking through my text in my Phone moving like a spy

Should've payed attention to the flags And the fucking signs

Ain't no surprise this shit coming The fucking light

Knew it was a reason we was never Seeing eye to eye

My cup dirty I put some pat in some Fucking Sprite

Big bag bitch I'm…

Give a fuck about no love put Feelings in the bank

I'm in the booth right gone off the Drank

Knowing that this shit a problem ion Even drank

You hit my phone

Think I'm better alone

She know my swag terrific

All these niggas my clones

It's giving Pain On Pain this shit More than a song

It's giving hella emotions that

I never have shown

I get suspicions you be acting Different

How you never on yo phone but Always on Twitter

You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor

Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers

Yeah

It's giving pain on pain

Song on song

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah

I get suspicions you be acting Different

How you never on yo phone but Aways on Twitter

You FaceTime all yo exes when you Off the liquor

Guess I got to cut you off I ain't Talking clippers

Yeah

It's giving pain on pain

Song on song

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong

Think yo ass for the streets pray to God that i'm wrong yeah