Yo Gotti - Had To Quit f**ing With You lyrics

I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, Damn, homie, all the sh** that we've been through, I gotta quit f**ing with you. Gun jam, say the motherf**er wouldn't shoot, I ain't gotta quit f**ing with you. You, I gotta quit f**ing with you, You, I gotta quit f**ing with you. You were my main b**h and I loved you, too, Biggest hoe in the city, gotta quit f**ing with you. I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you. Let me tell you a story about this b**h I had, Used to buy this b**h all type of bags, Lil bad b**h, kept me on my swag sh**, Went to school to be a stylist, b**h kinda act a lil' childish. My main b**h, I think I like this hoe, What the f** was wrong with me? Thinking I can wife this hoe. Let put it like this, she on the money team, Every rapper, every trapper, any athlete. I gotta quit f**ing with you, Every n***a in the city be f**ing with you. Little a** b**h, always on that client sh**, Find b**h, cute face, you think she's so innocent. Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, we intimate, We be f**ing instantly, got head game consistency. Consistency, she f**ed my head up mentally, Got head in the Bentley, I thought this b**h was into me. I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, All the sh** we've been through, I gotta quit f**ing with you. Gun jam, say the motherf**er wouldn't shoot, I ain't gotta quit f**ing with you. I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, You were my main b**h, and I loved you, too, Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you. My home boy, ride or die, Rit coppin, pistol poppin, we stay in the sky. Sunday night, feeling the club, No them pistols on deck, so you know what it was. Enemy in this b**h, we laughing on g up, He know once he leave the club before it's to k**. Gun jam, homie, for real, We can strap straight out the window, unloaded the clip It's war time, you know what it do, f** you waiting on, I gotta quit f**ing with you, Homeboy in the fed, one hundred twenty months, He be down bout three, get out in a couple months. I gotta quit f**ing with you, I can read between the lines, I know what it do. He tellin some and I'm telling them, too, Let the streets, man, I gotta quit f**ing with you. I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, All the sh** we've been through, I gotta quit f**ing with you. Gun jam, say the motherf**er wouldn't shoot, I ain't gotta quit f**ing with you. I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, You were my main b**h, and I loved you, too, Biggest in the city, I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you, I gotta quit f**ing with you.