On my, on my, on my, on my 'cence, yeah Body on my, losin' all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grindin' on my innocence, yeah Hell nah, been waitin' too long (I've been waitin') You said I'll probably send you some pics And I'm like Hell nah, I want that

The night is still young And so are we We're just getting started yeah yeah I never worry, life is a journey I just wanna enjoy the ride What is the hurry? It's pretty early It's okay, we'll take our time Can't you see the night's still early

What tonight looks like Yeah, what my baby told me Oh, what my baby told me She said "I likes my big daddy, but I'm crazy about his Pontiac" We gon' drive out on the highway, turn the bright lights on Oh, driving on the highway, and he cut the bright

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

I know you'll never let me down I'm just thankful for your love, yeah Baby, I'm so glad you're here Baby, I've got something to say, my dear I'm just so glad you're mine Baby, why did it take so long? Oh baby, see You only made my love grow stronger

Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) This is anybody (Murderah) I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah) When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin

Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous I'm a rapper,

Not when I'm 23 That's where I wanna be I'm just a single man (yeah) 'Cause that's what a young nigga do (what I do) Switchin' lanes, actin' a fool Got the fitted hat to the back neck froze and I'm iced up (not when I'm 23) Not when I'm 23 Don't need no

Yeah, uh-huh ("What can I do?") Yeah yeah (What's goin on man?) (The fuck is goin on man?) Yo {"What can I do?"} To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth Niggas jealous and hatin' on me ("What can I do?") When they plottin' and schemin'

Take him girl away from him oh God Can't believe I, him can't believe I Him can't believe I, can't believe I Give me likkle whine so Give me whine so Oh God, yeah, mmm When me touch down, bend or bruk down In the late night, me and her locked up Shift