Next morning
Uzi: how come you never tell me you love me
Carti: I do...
Uzi: other than when you fück me
Carti: stop
Uzi: no
Uzi: you need to make me feel loved Jordan
Carti: and you need NOT to text me about this when I'm with my girlfriend ok
Uzi: fück that whore
Uzi: she's a hoe
Carti: Stop Symere
Uzi: how long are you down there anyways?
Carti: just 2 more weeks
Uzi: Promise?
Carti: i promise baby
Uzi: good, you needa bring your ass back to Philly. I miss your dïck
Carti: bye text you later
Uzi: -_-
