She Moved On Songtext
von Trapo

I was alright before my feelings and the liquor came
I go outside to clear my mental but I really can′t
The perfect night to call the guys, I'm thinking hit a stain
See he′s a lame live in the burbs, he's never seen a gang
He's got a car they used to drive, I seen it everyday
But tonight that car is mine, I merch on everything
I call up Rob I need that burner and like right away
He asks me why I say I′m hurt and I cannot explain

She told him (She told him)
Oh Robby (I′m not trippin')
I ain′t trippin' at all

See I′ve been rolling for so long and I'm not thinking straight
I usually pop one on my own but I took two today
I told the aux to play my song just let my record play
And as we pull up to his home I take it off to say


You′re not gonna back out on me, I really need ya
And I'm gonna blow her back out, homie right after I delete ya
We got so much ammo, it is over if we see ya
Don't tell me I′m trippin′
You ain't dealt with anger
You ain′t dealt with women like me, no
Nigga there's a difference
Don′t tell me I'm trippin′
You ain't dealt with women like me, no

This nigga crib is big I can't lie
Explains why she will not fall for my type
He′s got a pool, a park with two rides
An elevator in case she get tired
Look I don′t have a million dollars
And I'm a rapper so my chance is really close to garbage
And on the bike he got a whip and plus like two garages
The benefits so heaven sent it was my choice to rob him
I mapped it out and on Sunday they go and get massages
Visit his pops in the pen but he just workin′ honest
I really want me a Benz but I don't have the dollars
I split the cake with my friends, the crew that′s in the projects

You're not gonna back out on me, I really need ya
That′s a funny story, I tried to take you home
Not lead you on, thought I was boring
But I still take you home and call your Uber in the morning
You're not gonna back out on me, I really need ya
And I'm gonna blow her back out, homie right after I delete ya
We got so much ammo, it is over if we see ya


Don′t tell me I′m trippin'
You ain′t dealt with anger
You ain't dealt with women like me, no
Nigga there′s a difference
Don't tell me I′m trippin'
You ain't dealt with women like me, no