Rings on my finger

(Rings on my finger, but I'm not married to a bitch)
(Six different rings for all the souls that I ditched)
(I'm just a Florida jit, doing Florida shit)
(Yeah, that heart made of metal)

For the heart made of metal, man, it really knock my wood out
You chop it down slowly, smile at me, then you pass out
And I cannot forget that, but a bitch bad
Now she pulling up like a maniac, cannot deal with that

But I cannot forget that, I cannot forget you
Smiling at me right now, but you know you ain't true
And I don't think you mess with me, I ain't know how I mess with you
(Hell no, you won't see me messaging you)

I'ma let you for a second time, but after that I'm gonna have to decline
I don't care what you roll or what car you drive
I just wanna get woozy, I don't wanna fight
I like evil women, I don't got a type

And I think that you understand what I like
If you don't fulfill, I'ma go cheat
I'ma go dark, I'ma go deep

For a heart made of metal, man, it really knock my wood out
I didn't even hit that hard, but I still made her pass out
And now she on the bed now, with her feet down
Is she ready for another round? She deserve a crown

Ye, after round four, I really didn't need no more
But now she in my bed now, now she want some more
I don't know how to get her out
She still asking for more, I don't think that you gon' go, huh-
But now she high, high, high
And she telling me, why, why, why
Why are you not inside my, my, my
And I don't think that I could
I don't think that I could
And I don't think that I should

You can go right outside
See if I care, I'll lie
Right straight to your face all the time
Right straight to your face and die, ehh-

Whoa, I don't think that you gon' go
(I don't think that you gon' go)
How the hell y'all, you gon' ghost
(How the hell y'all, you gon' ghost)
Then tell me how the fuck you know
(Tell me how the fuck you know)
Tell me how I'm gon' know
("No")