Oh yeah, yeah, I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way (Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah) I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah Yeah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, yeah If I'mma talk,

La la la la Can't calm down, stalker's round, yeah Can't make a sound, you force my love out Scared in your arms And I know it's a no, no, how I'm feeling for you I can't rid him of my sheets Pain wants me to let go Hurts so much that it's sweet How does

Of cabbages and kings And there’s only one (and there is only one) The time has come, the Walrus said To talk of many things Of ships and shoes and sealing wax Just one life to live (one life to live yeah) Assuming that we’ll make it Yes there’s only one

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

I got to have you, ooh yeah If this room could talk You would know that I love you I want you, and furthermore I got to have you, oh yeah I've made a mistake in this room I did something I had to do I wish that I was dreamin'

White crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic