[I think she fuckin us both
My girl she tripping
Got me Running around act like Colombo
My homie acting different
I think he fuckin my hoe
Bout to start acting ignant
I think she fuckin us both
I'm bout to be losing my religion]

I think this bitch fuckin my home boy
Nah, I'm tripping, no nah it can't be
If I find out it's true gon leave me no choice
Anger at a low boil, vision blurry can't see

Late night calls in the bathroom talking low voice
Say she ain't wanna wake me talking to her mom
But she keep her ringer off phone don't make no noise
If I try an look at her screen she quick to turn her off

I ain't never felt like this crazy ever before
She lucky that bomb pussy is the bomb bomb
Got me acting skep an insecure like more and more
Like I'm paranoid she cheating on me non-stop

Tried to go through her phone but don't know her code
Tried to ask her brother but he said he don't know
Tried to call my homie but he not answering the phone
Right now I'm sitting in my car and I'm all alone

Right by my house, waiting right down the road
I'm finna follow her when she leaves my home
An I feel really scared shaking like I'm out in the cold
But imma find out where the fuck she tryna go

There she go, why the fuck she dressed up
Got tears in my eyes my throat feel like it swollen closed
Where the fuck she go, damn I think she sped up
If I find out she cheating I might slit her throat

First I gotta prove it an make this bitch fess up
Oh there she go parking in the corner stoe
An right fuckin there my homie in his truck
Go back to the house and I leave her a note



[I know you fuckin us both
Why the fuck you tripping
Got me Running around act like Colombo
My homie acting different
I know he fuckin you hoe
Time to start acting ignant
I know you fuckin us both
Ima kill you both God as witness]


Then I heard a voice say this ain't really you bruh
You ain't gotta kill her just leave an take your stuff
Then I changed I mind took the note and ripped it up
An I sent her a text that said bitch what the fuck

I know what the fuck you an the homie been up to
I told her I know you been creeping you fuckin him too
She said what the fuck you talking bout boo I love you
I'm at your mama house why don't you come through

Grab the whole beam bottle I don't need a cup
Text my kids I love em an don't believe what they say about me
Jump in the Pontiac motor revved up
Feeling like this bitch can't just try an live without me

Listening to Eminem I don't give fuck
I don't know why I used to think he was crazy
Even if she at my mama house ima fuck her up
can't never let this bitch get away with tryna play me

There my mama house, there my homeboy car
My mama the only one in this house gonna survive
There my girl car, I pull right into the yard
Walk in the front door and then I hear it… surprise

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