-2 AM, “Where you at?”
2:02, “Who you wit?”
2:03, “What you on?”
Same shit, on Patron
Say you want a piece of me
The last place I need to be
But you’re the biggest freak for me
I wonder if he knows
About the way you
Grip!
On top, Cowgirl
Drip
Doggy, down girl
Gotdamn
It’s better than the last time
Wetter than the last time
Never be the last time you call
Cuz every time you hit me
I know your body goin’ thru withdrawals
So you can gon’ and come up out them draws
Girl I’m on my way

Ten missed calls and the phone still ringin’
She know that a nigga busy
Still tryna see me this evening
I know what you on
And that coochie been speakin’
Slide thru and it’s on
Give you what you been seekin’
Babe

She know that sound, it’s my car
She step outside in her draws
She bout that action
I know what’s hannin
Before she take it all off
Drunk texting her thoughts
She got a man, that’s her fault
We know what’s hannin
Just throw that ass
And then hold shit down at all costs
You know I got you babe

I peep how you movin’
It’s crazy your nigga might love what you do
But I see how you do it
Caption subliminals, claim it’s just music
Keep me on standby in case y’all get into it
I think that he lame, not sure if he stupid
But these niggas tender, don’t need him to lose it
Plus we only talk when the liquor talk for you
And by the way you talking, you ain’t tryna talk morals
Can’t spell worth a damn but I get it
You ain’t got a plan, but you wit it
Sent your friend address and I slid
She stay in them same ol’ apartments I visited
I pull up, I look ‘round for witnesses
Hit you like “I’m outside” with the quickness
Hit my blunt ‘fore we get down to business
Know my role, I ain’t asking who shit this is
What you mean babe

Ten missed calls and the phone still ringin’
She know that a nigga busy
Still tryna see me this evening
I know what you on
And that coochie been speakin’
Slide thru and it’s on
Give you what you been seekin’
Babe

She know that sound, it’s my car
She step outside in her draws
She bout that action
I know what’s hannin
Before she take it all off
Drunk texting her thoughts
She got a man, that’s her fault
We know what’s hannin
Just throw that ass
And then hold shit down at all costs
You know I got you babe

She textin’ my phone like
Where you at?
What you doin’?
Who you wit?
Where you goin’?
If you wanna fuck, just say dat
C-Class Benz, but it feel like a Maybach
Blunt lit, Summer Of The Bops on playback
I used to fuck her in the car at the call center
Now she got a situation but been missin’ me a little
Ten missed calls, I can tell she off the ’42
Hit me with a text like “fuck dat nigga”
I wasn't concerned, I know how to keep a secret
See you out in public, I’ma act like I ain't see shit
G shit
I know how to play my role
I know when to fall back
I ain't tryna take control
Never fall in love, way too busy to blow up ya phone
Fuck and smoke a blunt of strong
Gone ‘fore yo nigga home
Lunch break a hour, that's a thirty minute quickie
Got her legs still shakin’
So I know she won't forget about a nigga

Ten missed calls and the phone still ringin’
She know that a nigga busy
Still tryna see me this evening
I know what you on
And that coochie been speakin’
Slide thru and it’s on
Give you what you been seekin’
Babe

She know that sound, it’s my car
She step outside in her draws
She bout that action
I know what’s hannin
Before she take it all off
Drunk texting her thoughts
She got a man, that’s her fault
We know what’s hannin
Just throw that ass
And then hold shit down at all costs
You know I got you babe

Beat It Up Like The Block Symphony Made It

Slide thru and it’s on