We're untouchable Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is Yah mean? We untouchable baby I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads to tips of our toes Everyday the sun'll shine

Ella me tira por la noche Tirame un Snapchat, babe ¿Dime mami donde estás? Pero me tiene que la voy a buscar yeah Me manda fotos por el celular Y ni si quiera me conoce Me encanta lo que me muestras, babe ¿Donde te puedo encontrar? Tengo algo para darte

Yeah that's what you are Baby you're a little mind, baby you're a little mind reader You play it off a little shy but baby you're a heart stealer And right here in this car Its like you knew that smile was gonna melt me down Its like you knew those lips

Can't keep up with the pace, nigga Get the fuck up out the race, nigga Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow Pump your brakes, go slow Just like my shawty, she like it slow Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing

I say if we gonna do it, do it right (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) If we gonna do this, do it right (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) If it's me and you, we gotta fight (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) We gotta do it, oh we gotta do it right I say if we gonna do it, do it The only

And everybody's screamin' out yeah, yeah, yeah And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause we're all stars tonight Get on your feet if it feels good If it feels right So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah Girls in their heels and a skinny pair of blue

Bipolar with the check (bipolar) I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar) I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar) I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah) Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar) Go crazy with

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live

So go ahead and chase her Yeah, boy, you're nothing but a chaser And it cuts me like a razor You can follow her tracks, you can try to win her back Put the miles on your tires 'til you run out of gas I'm done letting you be my heartbreaker You're looking