SPEAK.

Baby look bad as shit, top of the mix, ima get it at home Baby look fine as shit, how I'm gon' miss her, I'm never alone Baby look bad as f*ck, come to my house lookin' mad as f*ck Ain't nobody better than us, said that I'm leavin', I'm thinkin' bout her Yeah, I might just delete yo number, might just post on the gram' Get a few likes, might just deplete yo number Yeah, shit, cause I'm movin' faithfully, got a hundred round drum on the side of my arm, so all of my fellas feel safe with me I know a lot of y'all people be addicts A lot of y'all people be wishin' y'all had it But a lot of y'all ain't got the nerve A lot of y'all people be feelin' unheard A lot of y'all wanna be sum', wanna be perfect, don't wanna be numb But what if I wanna be great Would you stop lyin' and get out the way Yeah Cause girlie, I'm used to your tricks F*ck up the party, I feel a little naughty And then I remember there's dreams to be chased Yeah, get out the way, yeah Yeah, I say I love you, but I can't stay Just stop playin' games with me You gon' carry my bags cause im bringin' my things with me, Movin' real dangerous Life move fast, ain't nobody tamin' me I'm hangin' around bitches, thinkin' bout the same bitch Told me I ain't gettin' no riches Still thinkin' bout the same shit Thinkin' bout shit thats gon' get in my way So get out my face, bitch Don't even talk, I just want you to leave Shit Yeah Cause I'm used to your tricks But lil mama, I'm tired of your games Yeah Mama i feel a lil strange, and I hope you can hear me Teeth look purty, yeah Face look weird, but her hair look curly All black fit I'm thinkin' bout shit, will it fit Will it get in the way Be thinkin' bout dates Thinkin' bout plays at the theater, or just stayin' awake So baby, I'm sorry Hate that I told you I'm sleepin', and messin' wit shawty But baby, I'm sorry Baby, I'm sorry Baby, I'm.. Baby, I'm.. Baby, I'm.. Shit Yeah Baby, I'm sorry I'm bout two cups in wit' a white gen 5 Only rap so i feel real alive Baby real fine, and she down for the side Shi different, she see through my lie I been dumb high off a 3.5 I'm lyin', this shit a lil vibe 3.2 to the man in the back He ain't smokin', that boy is a vet I'm on the road and I feel a little wicked I'm sorry ain't takin' you with me She all alone, let her hold a lil 50 Baby, don't make no sense Doubled my pockets, ain't worried bout' rent And mama i ain't buyin' no shit Claimin' we close, but you just suck my dick Sayin baby we made us a hit