Sy Ari Da Kid and Eric Bellinger - Read Receipts

Yeah I'ma get it, yeah, I'ma get it, yeah, yeah
Just gon' pretend like I read this
I got you

I got options, girl do it look like I'm stressin'?
If you got all the (all the what)
Answers then don't ask me questions but all these texts
I really think you from Texas now
Yeah, just gon' pretend like I read this (ooh yeah)
Yeah, king of the one-word replies
When it comes to petty shit, I run this (oh yeah)
Keep my emotions inside
Yeah, just gon' pretend like I read this

You, me with the old you
I don't ever tell the whole truth, no one lie
What you don't know won't hurt
I be on some bullshit, actin' like the phone just died
You never not home (yeah yeah) whenever I'm home (yeah yeah)
Every time I'm always in my phone, but never on my phone (yeah yeah)
Every time yeah (every time)
All you say is I don't ever call you
All you ever do Is wanna argue (why)
Never ever say I ain't loyal, aye
Pull up on me before I pull up on you (skrrt)
Know you got the message
You know the phone let me know when you check it
I'm gettin' close girl, I'm gettin' off the exit
We "Netflix and chill" without the Netflix, yeah yeah
Still shittin' on my ex's, oh yeah
I'm pressin' the gate code now (here now)
Yeah, don't act like you ain't home now (yeah yeah)
Just let me in, girl why you playin'? (why you playin'?)
You make me feel like I'm crazy
I drive behind one of your neighbors

I got options, girl do it look like I'm stressin'?
If you got all the (all the what)
Answers then don't ask me questions but all these texts
I really think you from Texas now
Yeah, just gon' pretend like I read this (ooh yeah)
Yeah, king of the one-word replies
When it comes to petty shit, I run this (oh yeah)
Keep my emotions inside
Yeah, just gon' pretend like I read this

I should have know I'd regret it
Forgot I was dealin' with a professional
It's like you forgot where your bed is
Please let me know where your head is
I know you bout your money but shit goddamn
I done fell in love with a stripper
Hundred, hundred, hundreds what I tip her, yeah
Did the same thing to my nigga
Left him on "read", never text him again
Usually we on some other shit
Fuck them, leave them, never trust a bitch
Had me thinkin' about cuffin' it
Took a minute to remind myself

I got options, girl do it look like I'm stressin'?
If you got all the (all the what)
Answers then don't ask me questions but all these texts
I really think you from Texas, girl
Yeah, just gon' pretend like I read this (ooh yeah)
Yeah, king of the one-word replies
When it comes to petty shit, I run this (oh yeah)
Keep my emotions inside
Yeah, just gon' pretend like I read this

Written by:
Sy Ari Brockington, Eric Bellinger

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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