Fifteen years old
I must have drifted off
I'm growing mud up like I'm DJ Phat
Ain't really tryna hit you right now shawty
But I keep getting her wet
When I just spent an hour could've paid five months of your rent
Cause I got racks
Had to go put some glasses on,
been up for three days
I'm working a mess,
it's hard for me to get some rest
It's hard for me to flip that pack
Rich nigga I don't need out, at back
I got my suiters with me everyday
I'm changing my shoes, I step in the puddle
She changing her panties, she making a puddle
Her life garbage, she see through the tunnel
You gotta leave, don't get comfortable
I'm having cheese like it's a Lunchable
Ten minutes calls,
I don't really chat on the phone
She don't even do drugs but she want some more
Behind the scenes, you ain't even know
And Malibu around with the top down looking at the beach
Yeah I'm putting my feelings in,
she wanna go swim in the deep
She always be giving me brain,
I'm surprised I don't know what she think
Yeah I know that I be lying to you but you can't lie to me
Yeah that's the way it goes Yeah
it'll once or twice and then I'm gone
Yeah that's the way it goes Yeah
it'll once or twice and then I'm gone