Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, damn

Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn

Damn, that's how you're-, that's how you're

Ayy, look, look.

Who the fuck is that? it's a disguise

You ain't who I thought I recognized

Twenty thousand pound on your rent

Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys.

I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't like)

I don't like what you did to your lips (shit I don't like)

I don't like the tone of your replies (shit I don't like)

I don't like the look that's in your eyes (shit I don't like)

Blame this shit on being 25

That excuse for me just doesn't fly

'cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine

And that shit just gon' have you on my mind

Yeah...

I just wanna get you off of my mind

I just wanna get you off of my mind

I just wanna get you off of my mind

Ayy, yeah, damn...

Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn

Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn

I just wanna get you off of my mind

Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six

Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine.

Ayy...

Since I had some space to myself

I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt

That talk we had the other day didn't help

'cause you really think you're out here moving stealth

I met the nigga everybody say you fucked

And I could tell he wasn't acting like hisself

Got you out here moving waste like a belt

If it ain't him then it must be somebody else

Damn.

I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't like)

I don't like what you did to your lips (shit I don't like)

I don't like you tellin' just one side (shit I don't like)

I don't like the fact you never cried (shit I don't like)

Blame that shit on being 25

That excuse for me just doesn't fly

'cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine

And that shit just gon' have you on my.

Baby, dogs will be dogs

Though we may run (but I promise)

Leave the door open

Tonight I'm coming home (coming home)

Dogs will be dogs

No leash in sight

Leave the door open

I'm coming home tonight

Ah-woo, ah-woo...

Ah-woo, ah-woo...

Ah-wooooooooo...

That's that new teezo touchdown, straight for all the dogs that's drivin' around in beaumont lookin' for some cat. all you pitbulls should know by now that hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl. this is curtis cut-a-bitch-off. and you're listenin' to bark radio, live from chapel hill. where the south was won. whatever that means. we got some new drake and sza comin' up, and we gon' be givin' away some drake tickets as well. you know we comin' to the h-town to tear the roof off that motherfucka. this is bark radio.