*** You Weird Lyrics by Real Boston Richey
(Young Kelz, how you do that?)
Pull up on me
Mm, mm, ayy
Ayy, *** done made me mad, wanna go to your condo and straight up spazz
But I ain’t tryna go to jail, so I’ma hit the trap and beat the bags
I was in love, I was spendin’ my last, and you was outside actin’ bad
Truth be told, I’m ready to fire, mama say, “Go pray ’cause you can’t crash,” uh
Slowed up on them shows ’cause we be arguin’ when I’m on the road
I can’t give you love no more ’cause truth be told, you done broke the code
I was trippin’ up on you, ***, I was eatin’ the ass and eatin’ the toes
I was cheatin’ right after my shows, I can’t even lie, I was with them hoes
At a hotel with them females, lyin’, told the *** I was with the bros
I am rich ***, came to post, I was checkin’ in real life, trappin’ loads, hmm, hmm
You ho, I ain’t gotta cap, if you know, you know
You wanna ***? ***, I suppose, if you wanna leave, then you can go
Got these people think I’m weird, I finally can face my fears
I finally can wipe my tears, I ain’t got no *** to give
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, I hate your ***’ guts, I hate I said it’s forever us
So many nights I was full of lust, I feel the real deal when I bust
And truth be told, I only was stickin’ with you when I was out on bond
You see what I did the same day? I beat my trap, I done did the run
Ran right to another *** house, back to another *** mouth
***’ all on a *** couch, and that *** got a big house
I ain’t gotta get kicked out ’cause I done got some grown ***
Even if she do, I ain’t even trickin’ ’cause I’m a known trick
I’ma just go get another ***, I don’t give a *** if that *** hit
I’ll never, ever, ever love a *** or cuff a *** or trust a ***
Put a lil’ *** on hustler *** just for her to think she bigger than me
I’m the first *** that’ll pipe her up, your car, your house, lil’ *** green
Ayy, *** done made me mad, wanna go to your condo and straight up spazz
But I ain’t tryna go to jail, so I’ma hit the trap and beat the bags
I was in love, I was spendin’ my last, and you was outside actin’ bad
Truth be told, I’m ready to fire, mama say, “Go pray ’cause you can’t crash,” uh
Slowed up on them shows ’cause we be arguin’ when I’m on the road
I can’t give you love no more ’cause truth be told, you done broke the code
I was trippin’ up on you, ***, I was eatin’ the ass and eatin’ the toes
I was cheatin’ right after my shows, I can’t even lie, I was with them hoes
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird
***, you weird, ***, you weird