Weird 2 Me Lyrics by Sally Sossa
(Young Cross on the beat)
Ay, they ain’t hearing me
I just put the Forgi’s on a whip, nobody steering me
Cut off a n**** quick, he got bitch-made tendencies
Thought you was a real n****, why you being weird 2 me?
And I’ll slap a bitch, just for thinking she put fear in me
I promise, you don’t wanna see me pissed off
My steppers gone blow you like some smoke and watch you drift off
And I just made Madden’22, this ain’t no kick off
Girl, I know that ain’t no real designer, take that shit off
Ice on froze, Cuban cut, you know I’m having big knots
‘Fore I ever fuck with you again, I rather eat rocks
I can’t fuck with bad energy, I had to detox
Ride his face, take his money, leave and then I beatbox
Like, who want smoke with me?
You bitches really scared
With that wig off
You bitches chicken heads
You said I ran from you?
I cut my own legs
And ion got no oops
‘Cause they all dead (Ay, bitch)
They ain’t hearing me
I just put the Forgi’s on a whip, nobody steering me
Cut off a n**** quick, he got bitch-made tendencies
Thought you was a real n****, why you being weird 2 me?
And I’ll slap a bitch, just for thinking she put fear in me
I promise, you don’t wanna see me pissed off
My steppers gone blow you like some smoke and watch you drift off
And I just made Madden ’22, this ain’t no kick off
Girl, I know that ain’t no real designer, take that shit off
I’ma bag getter, cash flipper
Real bitch and my ass thicker
If you want them 10 digits, you gotta have 7 figures
I’m rocking out full shows, you only sold 7 tickets
Shaking my ass up in my section, dancing with like 7 bitches
Born and raised in Houston, Texas, so I represent (H-Town)
I pull up to Saks fifth and spend your whole fucking rent
I can’t argue with no broke hoe, bitch, you got me bent
I said what I said and I meant what I meant
They ain’t hearing me
I just put the Forgi’s on a whip, nobody steering me
Cut off a n**** quick, he got bitch-made tendencies
Thought you was a real n****, why you being weird 2 me?
And I’ll slap a bitch, just for thinking she put fear in me
I promise, you don’t wanna see me pissed off
My steppers gone blow you like some smoke and watch you drift off
And I just made Madden ’22, this ain’t no kick off
Girl, I know that ain’t no real designer, take that shit off