Water

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic) Thirsty, ain't even the word Been Fiendin' for that pussy ever since you kicked a nigga to the curb Fine wine, it get better wit time I know if I taste it, i'ma rub my whole face in it That'd be my pleasure, it must be the weather When ever it'd storm, you would perform We would be freaks and f*ck til we sleep Wake up at 10, and do it again Break up wit me i'ma f*ck all ya friends More empty threats, bottles regret Various drugs, anonymous sex Surrounded by water, if I was a state I would be Florida, Maybe Hawaii, some where wit beaches You know I'm facetious There go I go again writing checks, when I got the cash Y'all can kiss my ass, bitch I'm bossin' up cnd i'ma take my time, I'ma incubate it Radar Scheme, that's my lil baby Bumpin' Ty Dolla, throw the deuces nigga I'll holla Dave the entertainer, C.O.D. Decatur Boy the music so cold, niggas need a sweater clways keep heater, always keep a Diva Lose cause I treat her, like I don't need her Mama keep sayin a nigga need Jesus, she prolly right Know she raised a damn Heathen Pray for me, Sam Mccree left sumtin' in the safe for me New bit, suck my dick, shawty say she taste money (Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic) Wet wet, wet wet, and say I ain't even had her best yet. Water, water water, home grown peach, sweet deep in GEORGIc Mama, from The Ivory Coast, daddy black but that's all she know Said that nigga wasn't never round, I'm like mine either, while we blow some reefer Turnin' up and while we at port, her home town like a beach resort They love me here but I don't speak the language Translator name Benjamin Franklin F*ck what ever y'all niggas thankin', hetero and women ain't complainin' Scuse me while I kiss the sky, sparkin' up like it's 4th of July Switch the flow like switch the whip, like I switch my crib, like I switch my bish Studio I rebuilt the shit Field Of Dreams for these fucking hits Sanctuary for these bad bitches, cctuary think fast nigga What they do when you Bron and Mav Nigga Flow went numba one to Cavs nigga!!! I'M KING (Verse 3 P. Henry Trotter IV) Remind me of that time that I almost died. I fell in the well.
You can be there for me, but it don't mean a thing if I can't help myself. The substance is fluid, ugh.
I can't catch my footing, ugh.
Don't perform like no rookie, put foot on they neck and don't give up no cushion. I'll pull up in a J, double E, finish with P. 
Shawty let's f*ck in my JEEP.
You remind me of something, keep that sh*t coming. Rumble.
Young man, you rumble.
Jungle, Wakanda.
That's my lil' momma. 
Don't spill that shit on her dress, bitch.
Yasss, bitch.
UGH.
93, gas me.
Sweet little peppermint, sing it like Patty.
Sing it like Gladys.
Room fulla baddies, sexy and sassy,
mmm, is that lemonade? 
Take some more money, I know I done paid.
Wait.
Whew.
Boy, I am blazed. From, “Can I come over?”, to “Won't you just stay?” For a lil' while. Lemme flip it like Dominique Dawes. Let that sh*t drip, bitch, don't cut me off!