[Verse 1: Siya & Eric Bellinger]

You OD bad in this, no cap

Your mama did a good job, no dad

You ain't never need a nigga for nothin', go spaz

Droppin' money on a new bag so fast

Got a whole lot of ass, but you slim, huh? (But you slim, huh?)

You from the hood, but the valley where you live, huh?

Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah), you ain't got a fuck to give, huh?

You took a L with your ex, now your winnin', huh? Get 'em, ma

Go on, go on, go and get it (Go and get it)

Dogs in your DM, that's a whole lot of bitches (Arf)

Niggas praying for you, that's a whole lot of wishes

But they don't know you different

They don't get you like I get you, what's up? (What's up?)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]

Don't know where you've been

Bands could be droppin' now, get that shit to poppin' now, hey

But I know you're a big win (Ayy)

There'll bitches flockin' now and hater niggas watching, wow

Feeling like Joe, I don't wanna be a player

No more (No)

Staring at you through my Carti' aviators (Ayy)

Yeah

[Verse 2: Siya & Eric Bellinger]

It's gon' be a long summer, givin' niggas wrong numbers

In the club with your friends and you dare a bitch to run up

City girls got you actin' up (Period), who you smackin'?

You be hanging with the locs, but you always get it brackin'

And I like that, blow a bag, get it right back (Right back)

Hit me later on for a night cap (Night cap)

Tap, tap-tap, yeah, I might tap (Might tap)

Pussy so fire, let me light that (I like that)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]

Don't know where you've been

Bands could be droppin' now, get that shit to poppin' now, hey

But I know you're a big win (Ayy)

There'll bitches flockin' now and hater niggas watching, wow

Feeling like Joe, I don't wanna be a player

No more (No)

Staring at you through my Carti' aviators (Ayy)

Yeah

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]

Don't know where you've been

But I know you're a big win

Feeling like Joe, I don't wanna be a player

No more

Staring at you through my Carti' aviators, ayy

Yeah