Tre$o - Messages

You can put your all in a girl but it still fuck up
Fuck around and tell her you love her, she'll run your trust up
I don't believe in love, I think it's fake, it's make believe
After we fight, I beat it raw, call us Maybelline
Makeup sex
So many niggas plotting on me and you waiting for when we break up next
Let me check your messages, who you be texting every time you get upset
Aw
Yea get upset
Aw
You could be down with her for life, then see her messages
You like to say it's fucked up, but I ain't stressing it
I been chasing presidents
I react straight off of vibe, I don't need no evidence, uh
When you get that feeling in yo gut you bet' not let it leave
And everything I say is authentic, got it straight off my sleeve
And all my shooters know is kill, they will not let you bleed
Yea they see red like a stoplight, but they in it for green
And if I could call a hit on Cupid then I probably would
Just put 10k on his head, I think it's all good
The leeches say I'm acting fake, I'm acting Hollywood
I told em I'm underground if anything, Bollywood
I told her if she text another nigga imma blast off
I'm talking tryna leave that nigga cold like he Jack Frost
Brand new Amiri's, might sell them, can't take the tags off
Shopping calm me down, when I'm mad it's like I'm on bath salts
If you can entertain these niggas then shit what's up with the hoes
I pick her up in a Royce, I'm like come on girl lets Roll
She tryna slide in the city, we might just slide to the 4
Got a lil Glock 9 right with me, I gotta leave with the pole
And don't you crash out shawty, you better stay on the road
I know so much dirt that you did and you think that I don't know
I swear to God and my Momma I won't go out like a hoe
I put that shit on my kids, I put that shit on my soul
You can put your all in a girl but it still fuck up
Fuck around and tell her you love her, she'll run your trust up
I don't believe in love, I think it's fake, it's make believe
After we fight, I beat it raw, call us Maybelline
Makeup sex
So many niggas plotting on me and you waiting for when we break up next
Let me check your messages, who you be texting every time you get upset
Aw
Yea get upset
Aw
You could be down with her for life, then see her messages
You like to say it's fucked up, but I ain't stressing it
I been chasing presidents
I react straight off of vibe, I don't need no evidence, uh
When you get that feeling in yo gut you bet' not let it leave
And everything I say is authentic, got it straight off my sleeve
And all my shooters know is kill, they will not let you bleed
Yea they see red like a stoplight, but they in it for green

Written by:
Chris Mitchell, Sven Metzler

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