[Intro]

Dawgshit Records

Don't play with him

[Verse]

Listen, baby, I got dope to sell

She said, "Papi, I don't want you to leave," that's how you 'sposed to feel

Would you tat' my name on your face so I know it's real?

Police ever get behind the car, lil' baby know the drill

Bitch, I'm off a bean, bitch, I'm rollin', like a ferris wheel

If she suck dick good enough, I'll buy her a pair of heels

I got a lick in the hood that sniff more white than Paris Hilton

Junkies in and out the building

She ask me when I'm coming home

You call me back to back, you got me startin' to think that somethin' wrong

You know what the fuck goin' on

I be there with a load for you

Bitch, I ain't got no clothes for you

I'm tryna get a roll with you

She see me pack my bags, she say, "I wanna hit the road with you"

As long as you don't mind driving, baby girl, I don't see no issue

She know that I'm a dog, she know I sell dog

If you ever feel alone, then I'm the nigga you could call

Said she got a lot of shit on her mind

Jump in this car with me and ride

Roll this Backwood, let's get high

Turn the music up, let's vibe

But baby, through the speed limit

It's heroin in the car and weed in it

I ball like the CP3 nigga

Long hair bitch, no weave in it

She throwin' her feelings, I'm weaving it

These niggas be cap, don't believe in it

I walk in, fresh as the Jesus nigga

Cartier's on, I don't see niggas

She say, "I ain't feelin' that"

I hate when you don't hit me back

Mind your business, bitch, get back

She call my dog, like, "Where is Pap'"

I'm high as hell, meant to call you back

Fell asleep phone, sittin' in my lap

She think I'm with a nat-nat

Got bundles and dogs and crack bags

Lil' baby not a fat-ass, but she got a fat ass

Can't wait 'til she take her pants off

Screamin', "Ice me out", like Kash Doll

I'm tryna get in yo' damn jaw

Bae help me get these grams off

If you wanna pay the landlord