Rod Wave — Fuck It

[Intro: Whitney Houston & Rod Wave] I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside Can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide Rod, where you been? [Verse 1: Rod Wave] I just been holdin' it down Maintainin', lane changin', noonie focusin' now Smoke out the pound, 'cause the lean man just went out of town Tell these clowns, if they ain't TBM, then don't come around All these niggas welterweight, bitch, I been a heavyweight When he got that metal ate, and that bitch'll melt your face Really on this rap shit, but I'll still'll drop some Really from this trap shit, so I'll still'll pop some I got something for these clown niggas hatin' Police Sunday investigation, and they keep callin' my phone Ain't know shit about no burglaries, cracker, I was home Reem put me on a lick, I'm tryna leave that shit alone (What?) [Interlude: Whitney Houston & Rod Wave] (Hello?) But don't make me close one more door (Reem, bro) I don't wanna hurt anymore (Nigga) Stay in my arms if you dare (He got what?) I don't wanna hurt anymore (Alright, I'ma call, I'ma call you back, bro) Stay in (Yeah) [Verse 2: Rod Wave] Bitches on my dick 'cause we gettin' chips, but it's fuck a ho Bro had hit a lick of the strength for a bunch of dope [?] kicked his shit, then flipped his shit, found a bunch of snow Told me he was comin' home but that shit was six months ago Heard he lost trial, his mans was the star witness This jungle shit gettin' wild, it's survival of the fittest Ion't get it, these bitches out here fuckin' for free Ion't get it, these niggas out here actin' like me But, Ion't get it, you couldn't wear my shoes for a week You can fit it, these bitches wouldn't even work on your feet You couldn't even walk a mile, this shit gettin' hard to smile 'Cause he lost his trial, all alone, feel like a foster child [Interlude: Whitney Houston & Rod Wave] But don't make me close one more door (Real shit) I don't wanna hurt anymore (This bitch long in this shit) Stay in my arms if you dare (If it ain't bro'nem or TBM, bro, I ain't fuckin' with that shit, man) I don't wanna hurt anymore (You know what time it is) Stay in (You know) [Verse 3: Rod Wave] Niggas showin' fake love, act like Ion't notice (Fuck outta here) I just be with the team, chasin' dreams, maintainin' focus I heard about lil' woadie, they put his face on a shirt They put his blood in the dirt, they watched him die on the curb I see his mama while in church, hit her knees and went berserk Plus the nigga that who did it came to court with a smirk That shit hurt, rest in peace to lil' [Gabe?], man, that shit hurt That's why I'm stuck in my ways, and I got this flame right on side of me I can't die chillin' out over bullshit So I keep a full clip Leave a nigga dead, asked for forgiveness at the pulpit Leave a nigga dead, asked for forgiveness at the pulpit [Outro: Whitney Houston & Rod Wave] But don't make me close one more door (For real) I don't wanna hurt anymore (Fuck that, man, fuck that) Stay in my arms if you dare (I'ma call Reem back) I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in But don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in But don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my But don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in