[Hook]

Down... When You Could Be.. taking me... down!

[Verse 1: Kent]

Hell nah, hell nah

You got me fucked up like Jim Bean

And your second toe is bigger than your big toe

Chillin in the studio high, puma clydes resting on knees

She keep bbm'ing me get home but I'mma fucking G

Girl please

You ain't even my girlfriend quit

That type of shit gets you kicked out the in crowd quick

Two fingers together just like yo legs I make em split

She said I'm broke. And Hopeless

Yo best friend lemme hit DEST

Last laugh, watch me stack cash

Since you won't let me work file transfer some pictures of that ass

More Kush and wine

Waking up next to two dimes

I smoke one and poke one

They both hell as fine

[Verse 2: Joon]

Well I scooped her up like a spoon

Told her I'm June

Good if ya nasty

But I be on my grind so ya can't see me all the time, but when I come baby, I come DEEP,like the trail of tears baby

You understand me?

They told me you stingy if you smoking on anything that's less than a dime

And you miccy if you pokin anything that's less than 9

You live in LA!! and I know In you I found something special

We connect so many levels

But endeavors for the cheddar got me bed-less and you the wettest

I really wish I could be there I wouldn't be jus trynna pull yo leggings

Cause you know my every fetish

And what I love to eat for breakfast

And it damn well eggs it ain't Even on the nobody's checklist

BUT MINE

I'll be there in the blink of an eye girl quite whining

Lemme get these dollars

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sleezy]

Everyday we back and fourth with the same discussion

Say I act like you ain't nothin

Girl you buggin thought we had it clear I ain't tryna be yo husband

Them feelings got you wishin it was Somethin that it wasn't

Why you spazz when you here I'm in the club from yo cousin?

But she ain't tell you she was on me too she be frontin

Man I really shoulda done it, let her blow me like a trumpet

But you be bitchin cuz these bitches in yo ear bumpin gums like

"why he always in the studio?!"

Got me feeling guilty I ain't even in the mood to flow

Damn you so predictable sending text wit ya flesh exposed now I'm ret to go

When I see that ass girl bets believe its goin down

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]

My woman be trippin sometimes

I remember her strippin off martin and sipping on some of the cheapest of wine

Which way we gone climb? I'm tryna get higher but you desire land mines, Blow Up

Every time I'm, In Clubs tryna network my social

Life like I'm supposed to but I'm wrong

To you I'm very wrong, but you don't get it, and you won't admit it you say I'm like your ex but I think were nothing different

She gave me them digits

But I didn't call, I put that on me

And yo girlfriends, I know they throw salt like Angelina Jolie, now let's see

I'll be gone til Wednesday, gotta show in Portland

Now my baby, say I ain't her baby

But more of an abortion I'm like that's crazy

I bought that Lexo, and sat it on Jordans

Now miss lady, if promoters don't pay me

Then we can't afford it

Forging signatures on fake check

It ain't life if I don't break sweat

To break these mics on every set

It's ironic I'm Tryna stay grounded at the same time still fly these jets

Hello, goodbye marro rodeo

It's funny you had a great, but still you took ungrateful

Chorus