[Chorus]
I ain't mean to get under your skin, want your body (Want your boy)
And the way you move when you under these sheets, sorry, got a hot tip (Got—got a hot tip)
Yeah, everything I want I got that with you
Bro said, "Cut her off" it's not that simple
You won't fuck no bitch like this shit ain't in-store
I'on wanna hear shit from you n***a, lil' boy piss-poor
Every time she give me kiss need to get more

[Verse 1]
My baby Glock, it fits four
I stand on my money, I'm 6'4
Damn, my money Cheese-Its block
These n***as tryna score then drip the block
[?] pint these n***a Wock'
[?]
Squatin' on dick, lil' n***a go get some guap, huh-uh

[Bridge]
(You on d', go get some guap)
(All these fans they just wanna rock-ock)

[Chorus]
I ain't mean to get under your skin, want your body (Want your boy)
And the way you move when you under these sheets, sorry got a hot tip (Got—got a hot tip)
Yeah, everything I want I got that with you (With you)
Bro said, "Cut her off" it's not that simple (Not that simple)
You won't fuck no bitch like this, shit ain't in-store (Shit ain't in-store)
I'on wanna hear shit from you n***a, lil' boy piss-poor (Yeah, yeah)
Every time she give me kiss need to get more (More)
[Verse 2]
I need Mazaki [?]
I need my sword
[?] he gon' hide with my dead n***as
Walked in the trap, n***a
(Flrrr) I'm just a rap n***a
This thot is a head bitter
Kick do', bro's a bed wetter
[?] that's just trendsetter
Nobody really blowin', dumb bitch
Ho, I ain't goin', you's a dumb bitch
Hop out the— feds then I'm running
Bands in my bag, this is a dozen
You ain't no dog, you is a [?]
Took off her clothes, n***a was blushin'
Nah, n***a I'm not tuckin', dump at yo' body, ni—n***a I'm dumpin' you
Deep in her body she don't even know what to do
Baby gon' scream out my name when I'm loving you
Hit a new state with a Lambo', I'm dustin' you
Just like a pimple you pop then it's puss—
(And bro say [?] down who?)
I got that money, lil' coward, I can go turn off yo' power, ooh, I just blew like the towers, ooh
(Ooh, I just blew like the towers, ooh, flrrr)
That boy so green, yeah, we knew he was sour, ooh
(Yeah, we knew he was sour, ooh)
That gun was astounding, boo
Yeah, that hate was so crazy, baby
Touchin' my wife, we runnin' a fade
I'm finna score on these n***as like Brady
(I'm finna score on these n***as like Brady)
[Outro]
My baby Glock, it fits four
I stand on my money, I'm 6'4
Damn, my money Cheese-Its block
Damn—damn, my money Cheese-Its block
Damn, my money Cheese-Its block