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Uh, G-Wun, cash up fam Uh, uh
How I lose what I never had How I fumble what I never held
Y'all chicks gotta relax Uh, uh
How I lose what I never had, baby do the math How I dropped the ball when I never touched
The pass You a pillow princess, layin' down like royalty
But effort never came with the crown, that's forgery
Always screamin' my man, my man, my man Sweetheart, you a fan with a wristband in
The stands I'm courtside, champagne spills on the parquet
You press like seams in the tailors all day Talkin' like you special, nah, just a rerun
Netflix chick, gotta skip through season one Sorry lil' mama, you ain't breakin' the mold
You just another story that my album already told
How can I lose what I never had How can I fumble what I never held
Girl, you delusional, doin' too much You ain't the one, nah, you just one of
Uh, uh
You let them memes speak louder than your mouthpiece
I'm all the mess of the quotes, but the message don't reach
All them sad girl posts tryna act profound, sis
Nobody clappin' in them comments you found
Them King Energy speeches, they not talkin' to you
Them level-up threads, that's not your debut
You copy-paste captions like it's cut and run
Meanwhile, I'm really out here, one of one
Press like Panini bread, flat on the rival You're hype, short-lived like American Idol
Bitch, you the best, nah, just like the rest
Another screenshot, queen tryna flex on the net
How can I lose what I never had How can I fumble what I never held
Girl, you delusional, doin' too much You ain't the one, nah, you just one of
Look, uh, look
You holla my man like a chorus on repeat But you Uber home solo with receipts in the seat
Callin' yourself wifey, but you still on probation
Talkin' rings and vows, but no real relation Tryna guilt trip, G-Wun with emotional baggage
But the flight got canceled, I ain't checkin' that package
Baby girl, say the drama for the group chat crew
Your delusions too loud, they embarrassin' you
See, I'm seasoned, been through women of your type
Y'all the dollar store candles that don't burn right
You ain't breakin' me down, nah, that's comedy, boo
You pressed like vinyl, ain't no classics from you
Yeah, how I lose what I never had Come on, how I fumble what I never held
Pillow princess screamin' my man from the bleachers
You ain't winnin' championships, you just cheerleaders
G-Wun, cash up fam
Uh
How I lose what I never had How I fumble what I never held
Y'all chicks gotta relax Uh, uh
How I lose what I never had, baby do the math How I dropped the ball when I never touched
The pass You a pillow princess, layin' down like royalty
But effort never came with the crown, that's forgery
Always screamin' my man, my man, my man Sweetheart, you a fan with a wristband in
The stands I'm courtside, champagne spills on the parquet
You press like seams in the tailors all day Talkin' like you special, nah, just a rerun
Netflix chick, gotta skip through season one Sorry lil' mama, you ain't breakin' the mold
You just another story that my album already told
How can I lose what I never had How can I fumble what I never held
Girl, you delusional, doin' too much You ain't the one, nah, you just one of
Uh, uh
You let them memes speak louder than your mouthpiece
I'm all the mess of the quotes, but the message don't reach
All them sad girl posts tryna act profound, sis
Nobody clappin' in them comments you found
Them King Energy speeches, they not talkin' to you
Them level-up threads, that's not your debut
You copy-paste captions like it's cut and run
Meanwhile, I'm really out here, one of one
Press like Panini bread, flat on the rival You're hype, short-lived like American Idol
Bitch, you the best, nah, just like the rest
Another screenshot, queen tryna flex on the net
How can I lose what I never had How can I fumble what I never held
Girl, you delusional, doin' too much You ain't the one, nah, you just one of
Look, uh, look
You holla my man like a chorus on repeat But you Uber home solo with receipts in the seat
Callin' yourself wifey, but you still on probation
Talkin' rings and vows, but no real relation Tryna guilt trip, G-Wun with emotional baggage
But the flight got canceled, I ain't checkin' that package
Baby girl, say the drama for the group chat crew
Your delusions too loud, they embarrassin' you
See, I'm seasoned, been through women of your type
Y'all the dollar store candles that don't burn right
You ain't breakin' me down, nah, that's comedy, boo
You pressed like vinyl, ain't no classics from you
Yeah, how I lose what I never had Come on, how I fumble what I never held
Pillow princess screamin' my man from the bleachers
You ain't winnin' championships, you just cheerleaders
G-Wun, cash up fam
Uh
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