Whenever U CM Songtext
(Rx Ant)
(Rx Ant produced it)
You bitches ain't never wanna answer my text, or answer my DM
Got put out the house 'cause my mama was stressed, had to stay with my BM
I stood on the corner to run up a check, from a.m. to p.m.
Them youngins bounce out and send niggas to EM
Don't call me, you know what to do when you see 'em (Alright)
The driver pull up and I jump in the GM
(Rx Ant produced it)
You bitches ain't never wanna answer my text, or answer my DM
Got put out the house 'cause my mama was stressed, had to stay with my BM
I stood on the corner to run up a check, from a.m. to p.m.
Them youngins bounce out and send niggas to EM
Don't call me, you know what to do when you see 'em (Alright)
The driver pull up and I jump in the GM
I broke into cars way 'fore you could key 'em
I'm makin' more money than all of my haters
I know you wan' be me, I could never be 'em
I fought with my demons, but never could beat 'em
My youngins got problems, you don't wanna meet 'em
This life ain't a game, but let's say it is
This shit could be co-op, I still wouldn't need 'em
They beggin' for music, they want me to feed 'em
Ridin' with Ox and I never could leave 'em
I'm thinkin' about Wannie, I wish they would free him
I should've went Benz, I bought me a Bimmer
And really I know I'm the reason I'm single
Theses bitches, they love me, but hate how I treat 'em
They all went against him, but couldn't defeat him
My life not movie, more like a museum
He say he get money, I never believed him
I'm sippin' on yellow that's mixed with the DM
I hate when the police be lockin' me up
I be thinkin' I probably could run if I need 'em
You bitches ain't never wanna answer my text, or answer my DM
Got put out the house 'cause my mama was stressed, had to stay with my BM
I stood on the corner to run up a check, from a.m. to p.m.
Them youngins bounce out and send niggas to EM
Don't call me, you know what to do when you see 'em
I'm makin' more money than all of my haters
I know you wan' be me, I could never be 'em
I fought with my demons, but never could beat 'em
My youngins got problems, you don't wanna meet 'em
This life ain't a game, but let's say it is
This shit could be co-op, I still wouldn't need 'em
They beggin' for music, they want me to feed 'em
Ridin' with Ox and I never could leave 'em
I'm thinkin' about Wannie, I wish they would free him
I should've went Benz, I bought me a Bimmer
And really I know I'm the reason I'm single
Theses bitches, they love me, but hate how I treat 'em
They all went against him, but couldn't defeat him
My life not movie, more like a museum
He say he get money, I never believed him
I'm sippin' on yellow that's mixed with the DM
I hate when the police be lockin' me up
I be thinkin' I probably could run if I need 'em
You bitches ain't never wanna answer my text, or answer my DM
Got put out the house 'cause my mama was stressed, had to stay with my BM
I stood on the corner to run up a check, from a.m. to p.m.
Them youngins bounce out and send niggas to EM
Don't call me, you know what to do when you see 'em