Intro 
Prehistoric 

Verse 1 
Yeah, you know how this shit goes 
How that shit goes so tell them (Man tell?them) 
Is?she don't run?when you run 
Fuck her my man?can’t help it (Just leave her) 
Put your heart back in your little bitch ass chest 
Nigga don't sweat it (You good) 
My nigga I get it (You good) 
My nigga I get it 
You can't sleep at night next to her 
Say I can’t do it (I feel you) 
But you can't pay the rent by yourself 
What the fuck are you doing (Fuck is you doing) 
Every time you try to talk her out 
It feels like you're losing (Feels like you're losing) 
No point to send no text, she vexed 
She's stressed, it's gruesome (It's ugly) 
I kept it chill, I kept it cool, you kept it ruthless 
You blocked all my paths, drained all my gas 
Seized all my Movements 
Got in my brain, multiplied pain 
You think I'm stupid? (You think I’m stupid?) 
You think I’m stupid? (You think I'm stupid?) 
Yeah you’re right, you'd be better off by yourself (Just be lonely) 
Cause I need help, you need help, we all need help 
I ain't saying this in so long, but when I'm gone (What?) 

Chorus 
Don’t be writing me no, five page letter 
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy 
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine 
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine 
So don't write me no, five page letter 
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy 
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine 
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine 

Verse 2
Jacked up the price
Now I think they all know (Oh my god I think I see it)
I set a new bar
Just so I could dodge yours (Oh my god I think I see it)
I'm too hot, not looking for a snow cone
I just want a bad bitch, but they all Instagram ho's
I'm good, I'm good
Yeah I think I'm finna past by (I'm straight)
Sorry I don't want you, bitch I'm too hype
I'm good, I'm good
And your attitude is too dry (I'm straight)
Sorry I don't want you, bitch I'm too hype

Chorus
Don't be writing me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine
So don't write me no, five page letter
Filled with your lies, I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy
I'm good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine
And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine