She said she don't need a lot, just a little bit She gonna call me handy man, how I'm drillin' it I thought that she was celibate, now we fuckin' on the low, and I ain't tellin' shit I don't mention it Face card, told that bitch my name was Jake from State Farm I don't pop pills, baby, I don't do the Wockhardt Good heart, when she shakin' ass, it make my cock hard Don't call me a drill rapper, I prefer "rockstar" Knock knock, baby I'm at your door with my .40 Said why you stressin' nigga? You was just ignorin' me [?] nigga corny, just call me when you horny Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me I said I wish it was more of you But if it was, then I probably wouldn't make a move I'm in the stu', girl my process is impeccable Like check the views, nigga, who they really listen to? Nigga me and you She said a bag is [?], 'fore she go on any trip I know she was a dime, but she on some penny shit I pulled up in a cab, they don't know what Suburban is I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids But fuck it, make an order, got my .30 servin' shit Girl I don't want your love, but thank you for your services I been through way too much, and that shit hurt me permanent, like [?] pass the keys, but that don't mean I'm swervin' it I used to hate my life, but then I turned it into this, uh Turned into glitter glam, catch him lackin', whack his mans She make it clap without no hands, I started rap and got some bands Uh, them niggas fake, don't need no friends Been in my feelings a little [?] pass, I don't know why I dribble Said she love me, I'm stuck in the middle Not my bitch, but we fuckin' a little Backdoor, I gotta watch how I walk I ain't regular, watch how you talk Take that shit off, cause I put that shit on How the fuck is you wrong or strong? Don't give me love, baby that ain't for me You was in the house like Cory I was outside with .9s and .40s I was tryna— look I was outside, tryna get up with opps Make a movie, but this ain't a prop My heart big, but it been through a lot Lil' bitch, lemme tackle the box Keep it low, I ain't makin' it hot Girl you bad, you gonna shake up the spot And these bitches gonna stay with the— And these niggas gonna stay with a smile Like, girl what's your favorite song? Let me see your favorite thong I'm high as shit, on bro I might destroy my favorite bone But nah, we don't do those I hit an opp, you hit an opp, we yellin' Kudos I'm tryna take this shit to Mars, nigga Bruno And baby you know I'm a boss, call me [?] Call me— look She want Chanel, Dior Dior Said she worth it, baby is you sure? Would you love me if shit go wrong? Would you love me if I go poor? Top floor in my [?], tryna make a movie, damn Brand new choppa, shooting shit same size as Lil Uzi That lil freaky cutie, she like show me your booty She said it's yours truly, she got me all [?] Lil bro a jerk, he pop a perc, he on the fuckin' moon Almost shot my own mans, he wouldn't fuckin' move These bitches pick and choose, swipe and skip with different dudes I took some Ls, but I'm still winnin', don't get shit confused Damn