My Dude

He aint my boyfriend-I said he my dude

I aint cuffin but we cuttin when we in the mood

you think you special cause he hit you up a time or two

I aint trippin Little do he know. He's One Of Two

I aint tracking niggas records I aint stressin boo

When im back around BET you get the boot and shoo

She couldnt fill me shoes

If she stole my feet

I'll murder that slut bitch

Not on this fucking beat

She saw that I was flyer-reminder If we meet

She a baby momma-Unappetizing treat

Im more like Creme Brulee-One of a kind to eat

He still aint go nowhere

She think she something sweet

He send her right back home

For Me He Trick and Treat

He Hit me on the phone

Like Lakers He 3 Peat

I more than work his bone

In battle I DEFEAT