(Hook)

Why you playing you playing with me girl you won’t find no one else

Fuck them other bitches

Girl you too myself

Got me caught up in your wave now

Make me feel some type of way now

Fuck them bitches you be slayed down

Make em feel some type of way

Stack them chips like frito lays

You don’t know no second place

(Verse 1)

Yeah I heard you talking reckless on the phone

But when her ass get home I beat it down she change her tone

Vlone on her back with Gucci slippers when she home alone

Say she’ll never trust another nigga

Drexo you the don

Drexo You go hard

Drexo You a superstar

She gone drop them draws up in the ghost

I take her ass to Mars

(Yeah,yeah)

Bitch I love you that shit came straight from the heart

(Yeah,yeah)

She don’t care about the money or the cars

(Yeah,yeah)

She pulling up in the benzo

She making plays to the inzone

Call me to see if I’m straight (aye)

And throw that shit back everyday (aye)

Baby go head get your cake

Put icing on you it’s amazing

I love how Chanel is your fragrance

I lick on your neck and I taste it

Tattoos on my neck stand for greatness

Respect them when I dick you down

Bitch say my name like you proud

You know I’m kidding around

She could never ever play me

In the cut with a whole 380

She might blow the brains off your baby

Play with me and she might go crazy she know

These hoes say that love me that’s a joke they be tryna play me like hoe

In and out of love that’s how it goes

Using other niggas for they goals

They could put a knife right through your soul (through your soul aye)

I could show you things you didn’t know

Fuck private jets we driving coast to coast

I’d rather take the slow way to your soul

Cause once I get it I won’t let it go

Cause once I get it I won’t let it go

Let it (ah)

(Hook)

Why you playing you playing with me girl you won’t find no one else

Fuck them other bitches

Girl you too myself

Got me caught up in your wave now

Make me feel some type of way now

Fuck them bitches you be slayed down

Make em feel some type of way

Stack them chips like frito lays

You don’t know no second place

(Verse 2)

Girl we ain’t doing no tatas

You gone be my lil ma ma

You know the 40 go fah,fah

You bout to run up oh nah,nah

I done got tired of dealing bitches cause you know they head be in Lala

Girl you 100 I know it

You pull up on me and show it

These bitches just playing heroic

Want the smoke till they choke

We smoking purple the herbal

You smoking that mid got a sore throat

We don’t smoke mid that’s a Nono

Roll up the game

Like it’s normal

Smoking, we coughing with sore throats

Fuck till the morning like grown folks

Don’t complain when she in that choke

Fuck your bitch we can take your hoe (aye,yeah)

And that’s facts

I can’t go to sleep unless I hear I love you back

Might just got to rehab cause her love got me on crack

Like once I get it I’ll be running back

I don’t get attached

But I might just settle down relax

I think we a match

Hundos we be stacking up like snacks

We be throwing stacks

She don’t check my phone

No time for that

We need duffle bags

Hoes be on my line

Don’t call em back

I just tell her that

These hoes say that love me that’s a joke they be tryna play me like hoe

In and out of love that’s how it goes

Using other niggas for they goals

They could put a knife right through your soul (through your soul aye)

I could show you things you didn’t know

Fuck private jets we driving coast to coast

I’d rather take the slow way to your soul

Cause once I get it I won’t let it go

Cause once I get it I won’t let it go

Let it (ah)