She asked for a purse, Im like, You aint go to the funeral?
She said, What you mean? Im like, That shit dead R.I.P.
She say she pullin up, Im like, Bring an extinguisher
She like, Why? Cause I need some fire-ass head
I dont like no bougie bitches, we aint got nothin in common At all
Like my hoes ratchet, shell twerk in front of her mama Fuck it up
And her mama and her auntie gon twerk with her Fuck it up
Her best friend gon get drunk as fuck and flirt with her Oh shit
I got some new numbers, I need rubbers, its gon be a busy week
Copy-and-pasting messages to my freaks, I miss you, lets link
Say she want Ruth Chris, bitch, McDonalds up the street Right there
All that money shit, I do that for the Gram, ho, Im cheap Facts
When she asked for a purse, Im like, You aint go to the funeral?
She said, What you mean? Im like, That shit dead R.I.P.
She say she pullin up, Im like, Bring an extinguisher
She like, Why? Cause I need some fire-ass head
When I hit, Im out of your way Gone
Catch me a nut and I gotta skate
One in the head, dont cock it, okay?
Im from the city, we cocky, okay?
Shaq with the number cause I had to block it, okay? Outta here
Shaq with the number cause I had to block it, okay? Shit outta here
You know it was my bitch if you got blocked from my page Not me
She asked, Was it real? I said, Yeah, real fake Fake
You knew what it was when I aint take you on no real date You knew
Tryna beat it like Im Mike, Im tryna beat, bitch, like Dre, hold up, wait
Then she asked for a purse, Im like, You aint go to the funeral?
She said, What you mean? Im like, That shit dead R.I.P.
She say she pullin up, Im like, Bring an extinguisher
She like, Why? Cause I need some fire-ass head
You know I aint left-handed, cause I hit these bitches right away Facts
She so cold that I had to hit her by the fireplace Yup
Still waiting on the dealership to send my license plate
Came condom, I cant let em fry me like some rice and steak
Nah, I cant fuck her raw cause she gon text like, We gotta talk
If your head fire, have my driver take you to the mall
Nah, you cant get in my bed in them pants, take em off
Im a gentleman, after I fuck, here go a rag, wipe it off
She asked for a purse, Im like, You aint go to the funeral?
She said, What you mean? Im like, That shit dead R.I.P.
She say she pullin up, Im like, Bring an extinguisher
She like, Why? Cause I need some fire-ass
Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Aint gotta say much, could pull a bitch with one line
Niggas say they gangsters, aint commit one crime
Fuck them niggas, though
Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Aint gotta say much, pull a bitch with one line, ayy
I been on that one grind, ayy
Grindin til the sun down