[Verse 1: Vinnie Dewayne]
You packing up my bags and all that?
sh**, I didn't think you was for real
Last night you cooked a meal and we
Was talking about how we gon push this to the end
How did sh** change in one day?
When did love turn to Pump fakes?
I thought I hit the shot, I guess the buzza came
I'm dealing with a chick that run from all the pain
Now all our discussions they turn to dysfunctions
Why you bringing up them b**hes that I didn't f** with?
Y'all see how n***as cuffin' brauds can by my interruptions
I just like the picture
She hit the poke bu*ton
What that mean? that mean I prolly shoulda got on somethin'
But ain't hard to stay loyal to just one woman
That small sh** you dig up turn to distrust
Put my bags down ma, you ain't gon' give up
You ain't goin nowhere