text: Girl, you got me fucked up
  Ghost Kid the producer 
  Girl you got me fucked up
  You all up in my head
  Sayin that you love me 
  Why would you pretend? 
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You cause more all up in my heart
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You causin more in the end
  Girl you got me fucked up
  Girl you got me unplugged
  I almost got, uh, I almost said, uh
  I almost said I loved you 
  Your friends be tryna rush up
  Talking bout its just us
  We didnt make it official, yeah
  But I dont give one fuck
  Cause they aint never saw what I saw
  When the Henny hit I talk, talk, talk
  Ive already seen your style
  Aint no feeling gettin caught, caught, caught
  Girl you got me fucked up
  You all up in my head
  Sayin that you love me 
  Why would you pretend? 
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You cause more all up in my heart
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You causin more in the end
  Girl you got me fucked up
  She the type to slide in your DMs
  She be on the scene every week end
  Tryna run game on me and-
  Girl you got me fuuucked up
  Shouldve play the game on defense
  Thought I didnt have no reason
  To worry, if you say it, I know youre leavin
  Girl you got me, fucked up
  No love, no love, cuz you fucked up
  This shit all bad now
  Why you lookin so sad now?
  Girl you got me fucked up
  You all up in my head
  Sayin that you love me 
  Why would you pretend? 
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You cause more all up in my heart
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You causin more in the end
  Okay
  My bad, it just happened like that 
  She know that you lyin son
  She found out that it aint no cap in rap
  One night I was scrollin through my shit, uh
  I send his lil BM a DM
  She like to pop pills but I dont
  She be tryin to fuck me from the PM to PM
  She like to talk shit, when she fuck if she aint suckin dick Ima need a per diem 
  You know thats a daily allowance 
  Charge the bitch for the dick, I aint childish
  You know I went up on the budget, Im too rich too shop when and got me a stylist
  And yeah bitch I put on for the Valley, my brother and momma, they both got new houses
  His baby mama keep on blowin up my phone, he need to come get her, this bitch out of pocket 
  You gon be talkin shit, Ima pop it
  Only lil niggas, need to stop it
  I was live on TV, did you watch?
  He try me Ima squeeze, nigga watchin
  Slang that stick, bout that ice like its hockey
  Beat a lil nigga up like Im Rocky
  Bitch cause-
  Girl you got me fucked up
  You all up in my head
  Sayin that you love me 
  Why would you pretend? 
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You cause more all up in my heart
  Ask me bout my battle scars
  You causin more in the end