Sidney "Omen" Brown - I'm Single lyrics

[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib & Omen] [Verse 1] Camo shorts and Bubba Kush We can talk she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the f**ing trust I'm tired of the hoop and hollering I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other b**hes Yeah, I told her mind her f**ing business sh** she probably out here f**ing n***as I'm f**ing her friends Now her friends ain't even f**ing with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off she ain't even spelling sh** right I text her back, tell her it's life Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night [Hook] Yeah, I'm single n***a had to cancel that b**h like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad b**h for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad b**h for me tonight [Verse 2] Dreads braided to the back I'm chilling but my swag on full attack And my girl acting like a brat So when she call, I don't answer I just write her back She hate it when I do that sh** And when I get home she go through my sh** She call numbers back to see who that is Man I hate it when she do that sh** Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl you can get broken off Yeah, I f** you for an hour than I smoke it off Swimming trunks and bathing suits Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night [Hook] [Verse 3] Now she got on a f** 'em dress And I got on my double-breast And he been fussing all day with her And I make her feel special like a place kicker She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her I say hold up She say she just playing Then I falls in that p**y like quick sand Hot s** and cold wine She left that n***a hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines It's about to get nasty, pork rinds She came hard, both times We both say we single, and we both lying We both wrong, but it feel right Put your hands up if you single for the night [Hook]