Artist: Yo Gotti
Album:  CM7 (Cocaine Muzik 7) - The World Is Yours Mixtape
Song:   Had to Quit Fucking With You
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
Damn, homie, all the shit that we've been through
I gotta quit fucking with you

Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot
I ain't gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit fucking with you
You were my main bitch and I loved you, too
Biggest hoe in the city, gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you

Let me tell you a story about this bitch I had
Used to buy this bitch all type of bags
Lil bad bitch, kept me on my swag shit
Went to school to be a stylist, bitch kinda act a lil' childish
My main bitch, I think I like this hoe
What the fuck 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 fucking with you
Every nigga in the city be fucking with you
Little ass bitch, always on that client shit
Find bitch, cute face, you think she's so innocent
Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, we intimate
We be fucking instantly, got head game consistency
Consistency, she fucked my head up mentally
Got head in the Bentley, I thought this bitch was into me

I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
All the shit we've been through
I gotta quit fucking with you

Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot
I ain't gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking 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 bitch, we laughing on g up
He know once he leave the club before it's to kill
Gun jam, homie, for real
We can strap straight out the window, unloaded the clip
It's war time, you know what it do
Fuck you waiting on, I gotta quit fucking with you
Homeboy in the fed, one hundred twenty months
He be down bout three, get out in a couple months

I gotta quit fucking 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 fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
All the shit we've been through
I gotta quit fucking with you

Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot
I ain't gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too
Biggest in the city, I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you
I gotta quit fucking with you