ILY/Sincerely Songtext

I think I'm God, these kids I make
G-Lock finna make his body drop, no confetti
I ain't forcin' you to fuck, I hit this blunt until you ready
If I gotta call up Sonny, he get you cooked like Little Caesars, hot and ready
I think I made five times three off a Yeti
And it's fine if you leave, I won't trip, I ain't that petty
He want sauce, we put him in a pot and cook him, no spaghetti

I-I-I-I said that I love you but, lil' baby, that was past tense
Why you cappin'? You yappin', you not with that action
Ni-ni-niggas only hate me 'cause they motherfuckin' fear me
And they know their thot just wanna fuck on me, sincerely
So it's fuck what you claim—