Verse I

Some 'bout the art of love I tell you I could hardly get

Used to put my heart in it, now I got no heart in me

I got that dog in me, them legs gon’ partition

She throw it back, she let it clap, she tryna audition

I just got hoe 'tentions, don’t catch no hard feelings

Wanna know how I feel bout you , I can’t feel none

But we could smoke & kick it baby you til we go numb

I gotta half, you gotta half

Now we can politic it

Verse II

I need that high grade, A1, authentic

High maintenance

Gotta face me one before I fall init

And I ain’t in to allat faking

I got bitches on my line and you the only one complaining

We just throw it on line like every time for some basic

You 'gon take off in that ride and I got CC out here waiting

She 'gon work it how i want it

Tipsy til the morning

Tip me how you wanna

Hit me how you wanna

Hate me how you wanna

Hurt me if you wanna

Earn me if you want