[Verse 1]
Sick spitter with the flow %#@! bitter like burned butter
But I bang on the game pick Pain but burn blunters

No games while you David and bustered
I'm gettin flustered
Rollin down my windows askin for $#&@in mustard

Small fries on these fast food rappers I take em out
Pick plenty pop rappers ill smash wit no clout
Smash mouth

What I raised on my lines doin !@%!e
That post nasal drip got me literally spittin crack
Get back. with These toys no need for decoys

I'm out in beantown gettin brain like BC boys
But $#&@ a university is what had just occurred to me
Cuz I been writin raps way before the $#&@in nursery

Ya ya we know im ballin like a free throw
And that's my alter ego but on god I'm real Bro
Bowl cruisin a passat no facades in my bars on the track spit stomach full of scars (*##$ Ahhh


[Chorus]
But you didn't have to cut me off

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number


But you didn't have to cut me off
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number


[Verse 2]
Flick flicking the blunt the flipped spitter
Pick pounds of the best picked piffs And spliff litterly

Seeds in my weed no need just ask lex
Smoke mad hash fall to the ground don't pass tests
Ima neva need know help

Not even we know
Displeased if my trees low
Being baked like bistros

No motivation in
Our generation
I'm jus chillin in a ba!@&(t lookin for any occasion and man

I be outty playin hooty fruity tooty rap records on my way to ruby Tuesday's or the movies
Buyin rounds on yo (*##$ $$#
Watch this gold record fly by (*##$ think fast get whip lash

I came in the game just to claim what I can
Lyricism on these off brand (*##$es wit no lane
No backpack puffin a sack it's $#&@ frat rap

Tryna act hard you should get some $#&@in arm Tats

[Chorus]

But you didn't have to cut me off
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off

Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

But you didn't have to cut me off

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number


[Verse 3]
I ain't in college I ain't even go to class

Back in high school but you know a motha $#&@a passed
Pass blunts to the left side no ash on my dashboard
!@^%s tryna ride wit us but I don't even skateboard

Stickin digits in they cellular devices
I'm a nicer guy in person on these verses bronchitis
And these teens $#&@ widdit like

Model (*##$es gold diggin
Real wit my rap game u just Nicole kidmann
Are you kiddin?


[Chorus]
But you didn't have to cut me off

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

But you didn't have to cut me off

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number