Now it's all eyes on us, and this all lies on trust
And if them bitches wanna trip, tell 'em they tour guide's on us
I'm 'bout to tell my dude I love him, then I'm gonna dump him
'Cause to be honest I put my side nigga above him
Tell him that I know that he creepin' with that ho
That's why I'm fuckin' that nigga that I be callin' my bro
I don't fuck with birds but you bitches on my cock though
If I want some chicken and waffles I go to Roscoe's
Cooler than the winter but I heat up like the summer
Fuckin' with my baby I'm a gunna
Now you all the way back up in the Bentley
I turn lemons into lemonade simply
Old boy and my brother tried to end me
I heard they looking for the old me
A couple of you niggas still owe me
You asked for the G.O.A.T. so they sent me
I'm thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin' like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippi now, uh
Put-put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay's
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, 'Yo, how'd it taste?'