Not Going Home

So, how a nigga I used to f*ck, gon' ask me did I f*ck his man Something like, which man Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, how far can I go I'm a little fucked up, I don't wanna go home Oh, oh, oh, how far can I go I'm a little fucked up, I don't wanna go home We don't wanna go home The way you're staring at me, I can tell you wanna taste You got the bottle in your hand, don't let it go to waste The neighbors calling the cops, we gonna catch a case The neighbors calling the cops How far can I go We're fucked up, not going home A little fucked up, we don't wanna go home A little fucked up, we don't wanna go home So, he tell me his mans And I'm like, no But I'm thinking about fucking him And he like, woah, you gon' f*ck my mans And I'm like, woah, but you got a girl now Waking up in the bathtub, super twisted My nails done, looking cunt, looking super vicious My sugar daddy, he my genie, he grant all my wishes Bottles everywhere, eating off of dirty dishes I got some weed left in the jar in my closet And my boyfriend's got a gun, so you better watch it Every night we pop pills, hide it in the couch, drug deal Every night it's like a movie, strippin' down to my two piece Oh, oh, oh, how far can I go I'm a little fucked up, I don't wanna go home I'm a little fucked up, I don't wanna go home We don't wanna go home We don't wanna go home I'm a little fucked up We don't wanna go home Oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I don't wanna go home