DJ Tay B. - Gotta Go (feat. Danny B, Kyla Imani, Deja D & NicWithTheKay)

I'm back
Love had me off track (track)
Love had me in spells, I was drowning all in that WAP
Oops, I guess I mean W.A.P
Seeing clearly no wap (wap)
Fetty over that kitty rather use paws like I'm Young Joc (oops)
Guess I won't say jack (jack)
Guess we just didn't match (match)
When I ask what she bring she will yell the whole table but that junt cracked
Girl I'm just speaking facts (facts)
You don't like to relax
You like to be all in my face yelling til I start yelling back
Now you feel all attacked
You, grab bags and you pack
You pitch a fit, get in your whip
Drive off into pitch black damn
He was like where you been
Was calling yo phone
Matter of fact don't tell me
I don't want to know
Blocking yo number
Won't answer to talk
You thought you could stay
But you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Issa done deal boy you must have forgot Deja one of a kind
Had the cut the nigga off, shit you just took a loss
Boy I can't let you play with my mind
Dealing with a lot a stressing, a little depression I get to myself and align
Girl you got too many goals
You done grew to a rose sometimes I just have to remind
Myself that I don't have time for a leecher
Think you running game I put you in the bleachers
Ima make em mad they too warm its a fever
I stay hot and ready like I'm from lil Caeasar's
Hold up, I thought I told you to grow up
These niggas be worser than women
If I told you it's a wrap then that shit is no cap
Have yo face looking sour like lemons
I could never let a busta walk me like a dog
Cause baby I'm holding the leash
I'm really too clutch for a nigga
I stand on my own and he think I'm too much I'm like sheesh
Boy please, quick to kick ya to the curve
Call you out on yo shit say I'm all on yo nerves
Never, been a option I come first
And you can not get with it so you can disburse
You was fucking with a winner
But you act like a beginner
Couldn't take me out to dinner
Too busy being a sinner
Now my patience getting thinner
And ya time is getting slimmer with me
With me
He was like where you been
Was calling yo phone
Matter of fact don't tell me
I don't want to know
Blocking yo number
Won't answer to talk
You thought you could stay
But you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
I caught you texting different niggas
And it hurt me cause you different
All of them purses and them gifts
And you still hurt ya nigga
I don't want yo company, see you, bye
Who keeping me comfy that's tmi
It used to hurt me to see you cry
You broke yo curfew to see the guy
Remember that shirt in that Jeep you drive
You said it's a skirt, girl I'm weak inside
You just be tellin the weakest lies
Well bitch now you know it's impeachment time
I hope that weekend you with him fly
You can keep sneaking you'll figure it out
When you get back bitch you gotta go
I pack yo shit and it's at the door (Yeh yeh)
He was like where you been
Was calling yo phone
Matter of fact don't tell me
I don't want to know
Blocking yo number
Won't answer to talk
You thought you could stay
But you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go
Yeah you gotta go

Written by:
Danny Burl, Deja Dixson, Kyla Imani, Nicholas Rogers, Tay Butler

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