You know, it's me, baby, like
I just be tryna talk to you sometimes, but, like
You don't really be listening
I, I, I, I
Whoa, whoa
Said she wanna step on the ho, like he got a big foot
Dying bout this *, if I do life, would you write me?
I've been in the hole for a stab, and can you kite me?
Ever since Lil' Poop Man died, I've been real shy, *
I don't like no bougie, bitch, it like my bitch, it feisty
Took her to New York and shot her flick with a light spike leak
And she got on love, cussin' Van Cleef
We got twin glocks, she think she match me
And we way more turnt up than Bunny and Clyde
I might take a purr, 10, just to stand on my five
We done gay, they block the belt, we got them tappin' out
Lil' word, he mad, look, he a tupper, he gon' make them cry
She told me, watch out for these niggas, cause they want your spot
He got backed up by that Drake, we seen him comin' out
Niggas had it, she ain't say nothing, spinnin' in her car
She told me, I would never tell on you if I got caught
Said she wanna step on the hard line, he got a big foot
Don't buy this *, if I do life, would you write me?
I've been in the hole for a stab, and can you kite me?
Ever since Lil' Poop Man died, I've been real shy, *
I've been in the hole for a stab, and can you kite me?