Whitney & Bobby (feat. KAHTRELLY)

Yeah, so we've been talking for a while now and I really feel like I like him For real? Oh my God, that's tea Yeah, he smells good, he looks good, he's everything Look, goddamn, who my lil' baby feelin' like Baby got her hair done, nails done, ass fat in them blue tight jeans, yeah, it's sitting right And I'm out with that gang, but lil shordi so bad, she might give me a reason to leave the guys I just got a text message, she tryna perform on the dick, so she told me to bring the mic Call me Martin, I got me the gina type Way she flex, got em tryna come see the hype He swipe up tryna mac Peter pipe, give him flame, make him feel what a sesh in the stu be like Way they copy, they can't even do it right Yeah, she bad she the Cassie and Nunu type When I come through, we go round for round I just looked up and seen Netflix, just played the movie twice Talk to em now Look, what's that last nigga name Oh yeah, he's a nobody I asked her, who's is it She said it's your body She hit me like, come through, I text her back copy K LO K mami, she callin' me papi We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you to try me Girl, I know you ain't stressin' Cause you be killin' these bitches You know that that pussy a weapon Can I ask you a question How would you feel if I wanna vibe out and make Nani my best friend I got a confession I like to role play You be the teacher, come teach me a lesson If not then that's cool You be the quarterback Baby, whatever you throwin', I'm catchin' Don't got time for games Girl, your last nigga a lame See, me and that boy ain't the same Bout time you make change Get with a real one Standing on business, don't got time to play She wanna kick it like Messi Girl, I'm on bad timing Bae don't test me, Baddie, Jatty, bless me Came in with a fresh bust down Left out on Messi Look, what's that last nigga name Oh yeah, he's a nobody I asked her, who's is it She said it's your body She hit me like, come through, I text her back copy K LO K mami, she callin' me papi We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you to try me