Outta Line

Babygirl you out of line Why you playing all these games with me like all the time Yves Saint Laurent see it going down your spine I ain't got no time for this Girl I ain't got no time You be acting like you miss me But I swear it's all for show You be swearing you don't lie But can I trust you I don't know All your friends be hoeing But you swearing that you not a hoe Birds of feather flock together babygirl so what you Always been on timing I ain't never scared to rock the boat Interrupting grinding so I think it's your time to go She like give me twenty Imma make you cum She give me throat Her mouth bring me comfort It's just like a drug that help you cope But I don't really even know Swear I feel a spark but I know that that flame will go She like why you staying up so late I'm trying to crack the code Maybe if you payed attention more little baby you would know Girl I'm in my bag You want me to crash And I'm done chasing you little shawty this ain't tag Don't look at tag Rubbing on my tats And the booty jumping all up on the dick like pitty pat I got groupies every city and I know that make you mad You be acting like you wasn't feeling what we even had All titanium the debit cause I never carry cash Damn I just cleaned up and I found another lash Got a lot up on my mind It's a hundred on the dash Turn this page in my story while I'm listening to Kaash Swear you captured my whole heart and you wear it like a badge Need a body cam for shawty cause you know she acting bad