3 PHONES - .shea

You gon' get finessed if you go the long way

I remember days trapping out my Balmain’s

Now I’m feeling like a lost cause floating down a river, but my ex bitch

calling me a sinner

You thought I was smashing

Bitch I kill that pussy right, put that pussy in a casket

She said I couldn’t imagine

Got three phones and I don’t stop low

Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh no

Got three phones and I don’t stop low

Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh

She said she’d never fuck me over, then she fucked me over

I was 17 I was dreaming of whipping Rovers

I was making meals, give a fuck about the ___

I was smoking weed, roll them up and pass them over with you, baby

I’m tryna fuck to your favorite song, these bitches got me out here on a

marathon

But I got addicted to you drowning in my alcohol and I gotta know what it’s

gonna take to get this bitches off

Girl, I got a secret, I’ma let you keep it

I’ve been in the deep end moving with my demons

Girl, I gave you trust lust, then you went and fucked up

Left me on my own like it’s 1984 love

Got three phones and I don’t stop low

Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh no

Got three phones and I don’t stop low

Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh

I’ll get in between, just like to stay out

I’ve been smoking all my problems just to play saint

Been moving forward in my steps to seem adjacent

But just don’t know that all my exes might just switch lanes

She would never come to me if I was geeking

She would never give me bottles on the weekend

You would’ve seen me stunting on the deep end

Tryna give you that D but you just defend

Bad bitch, dime piece, booty with the hails

She took her mask off, got me saying «help me»

Got a house in the hills but get to smoke in my 'Ville

Never love a ho again that’s how you taught me how to live

Got three phones and I don’t stop low

Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh no

Got three phones and I don’t stop low

Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh

You gon' get finessed if you go the long way

I remember days trapping out my Balmain’s

Now I’m feeling like a lost cause floating down a river, but my ex bitch

calling me a sinner

You thought I was smashing

Bitch I kill that pussy right, put that pussy in a casket

She said I couldn’t imagine