Had To Quit f*cking With You lyrics

[Chorus]
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Damn, homie, all the sh*t that we done been through
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Gun jam, say the motherf*cker wouldn't shoot (alright)
I gotta quit f*cking with you
You, I gotta quit f*cking with you
You, I gotta quit f*cking with you
You were my main b*tch and I loved you, too
Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you a story about this b*tch I had
Used to buy this b*tch all types of bags
Lil bad b*tch, kept me on my swag sh*t
Went to school to be a stylist, b*tch kinda act a lil childish
My main b*tch, I think I like this ho
What the f*ck was wrong with me? Thinking I can wife this ho
Lets put it like this, she on the money team
Every rapper, every trapper, any athlete
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Every n*gga in the city be f*cking with you
Lil lying b*tch, always on that crying sh*t
Fine b*tch, cute face, you a think she so innocent
Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, we intimate
We be f*cking instantly, got head game consistency
Consistency, she f*cked my head up mentally
Got head in that new Bentley, I thought this b*tch was into me
[Chorus]
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Damn, homie, all the sh*t that we done been through
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Gun jam, say the motherf*cker wouldn't shoot (alright)
I gotta quit f*cking with you
You, I gotta quit f*cking with you
You, I gotta quit f*cking with you
You were my main b*tch and I loved you, too
Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you

[Verse 2]
My home boy, ride or die
Brick coppa, pistol poppa, we stay in the sky
Sunday night, fell in the club
Know them pistols on deck, so you know what it was
Enemy in this b*tch, we laughing on chill
You know once he leave the club we posted to kill
Gun jam, homie for real
Took his strap straight out the whip and unloaded the clip
It’s war time, you know what it do
f*ck you ain't know, I gotta quit f*cking with you
Homeboy in the fed, a hundred twenty months (ten)
He be down by three, get out a couple months
[Chorus]
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I can read between the lines, I know what it do
He telling something, and I'm telling 'em too
Let the streets know, they gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Damn, homie, all the sh*t that we done been through
I gotta quit f*cking with you
Gun jam, say the motherf*cker wouldn't shoot (alright)
I gotta quit f*cking with you
You, I gotta quit f*cking with you
You, I gotta quit f*cking with you
You were my main b*tch and I loved you, too
Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you
I gotta quit f*cking with you