[Part I]

[Verse]
She said she don't need a lot, just a lil' bit
She gon' 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 a rockstar
Knock, knock, bae, I'm at your door with my forty
She said, "Why you stressin', n***a? You was just ignorin' me"
Girl, your n***a corny, just call me when you horny
Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me
I said, "I wish it's 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
Likе, check the views, n***a, who thеy really listen to?
N***a, me and you
She said her bag is [?] 'fore she go on any trip
I thought she was a dime, but she be on some penny shit
I pulled up in a Caddy, don't know what Suburban is
I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids
But fuck it, make a order, got my thirty 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
Big bro 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 n***as fake, don't need no friends
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[Part II]

[Verse]
Been in my feelings a little
'Posed to 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
Back door, 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 and strong?
Don't give me love, baby, that ain't for me
You was in the house like Cory
I was outside with nines and forties
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, let me tackle the box
Keep it low, I ain't makin' it hot
Girl, you bad, you gon' shake up the spot
And these bitches gon' stay with a, uh
And these n***as gon' 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 a opp, you hit a opp, we yellin' Kudos
I'm tryna take this shit to Mars, n***a, Bruno
And, baby, you know I'm a boss, call me [Yuno?]
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 chopper shooting shit, same size as Lil Uzi
Uh, 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 L's, but I'm still winnin', don't get shit confused, damn