[Verse 1: Brandon Dramatic]

See, when I met her

I was putting in work

When I should’ve been in church

Looking at her curves, and thought she could’ve been a flirt

And I could’ve put in work; but I couldn’t, ‘cause I had vanilla pudding on my shirt

From cleaning aisle 6 where these bad kids had managed to bash shit up

And cause damage, fuck

I’ve seen the type to make a rapper turn single like Wayne

But she the type to make a rapper turn preacher like Mase

And if I’m right that she’s so bad that if you’re middle class

Day that you see that ass you’ll practice to be in the rap game

Know what I’m sayin’, this girl be on some other shit

Took my work shirt off, I had this Arm’ G (?) T under it

Thinking I should spit a verse – off the top or something writ?

Got in front of her and started stuttering,

Wondering what a dude should do now

Usually I’m coolest with the sound

Now I’m standing dumbfaced, drooling on the ground

Drama no

[Hook: Brandon Dramatic (+ Jazmine)]

I tried to step to her cool, she like (hey, love)

But nothing said, I was mute, she like (say what?)

She got a brother in awe, she like (hey, love)

I had to stutter and talk she like (say what?)

I’m wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?)

I’m wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?)

I’m wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?)

I’m wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?)

What to say

[Verse 2: Rez Raida]

I’ve been thinking ‘bout her the whole week

Not just ‘cause she make bread, but she always good for you like whole wheat

So come here brown sugar, I want the whole heap

With your big butt, gassing me up saying I’m so sweet

Can’t get no cold feet if you wanna get inside her

She travelled in the storm, I think she might be a rider

Her intellect’s incredible, my interest inevitable

‘Specially when she tell me that I rap good

Got the backwards that we’re puffing

Got b-both of us buzzing

Mess up the whole discussion now we both feeling reluctant

Every word seems redundant, I couldn’t spit my next rhyme

It was our first session, I can change this the next time

But then she hit me up the next day (next day)

(Ah, shit) The text say, “I found out you’re friends with my ex, eh?”

She gave me the ix-nay, what do I say to that?

Tell her she’ll know who inspired me when they play the track

Rizzy!

[Hook]

[Erik Flowchild]

She got it going on like a battery

But them double As part of her anatomy

Aye, that ain’t a diss don’t be mad at me

Usually, I’m into Cs like a manta ray

Hey, it’s OK, baby what’s up?

You into puns? Don’t worry ‘bout your cup

I got something to fill it, we got something you feel it?

Thought she would agree, but she was like “what?”

What? I know you get it

This ain’t no other language I’m only being poetic

And if you play it bad (?) then baby you need to dead it

You say that my fetish for words got me pathetic?

Sure, I mean I said it, I meant it

And it sucks, that you find it tough to comprehend it

When it’s the only way that I talk, gotta have that word play

But if I could, I would do it her way

[Hook]

(So what are you gonna say?)