Heard the street’s a mess, all of the real ones cuffed
I’ll block you right now, you best not call my bluff
She wants someone to wake up with and just do stuff
Diamond roof got the VVVs, put the stars inside
Excuse me, miss, do you mind if I smoke while we passin’ time?
The jeweller keep bakin’ baguettes, now bro gonna flood it inside
Name a night that I didn’t get wet no hoes, I’ve been givin’ you time
Give you more ’cause I know you want less, hit the road and you follow the sign
All girls manipulate and play games
Pussy so good I wanna play this gamе
If you really love me, bеtter tat’ my name
On my mind coast to coast, state to state
She said, “All boys do is lie”, I’ma lie again
Sex is on fire, call the fire brigade
Girls fall in love with liars, I’ma tell lies again
Sometimes I feel love’s a losing game
Walk my dog in these Pradas, tell my nigga to charge it
We smokin’ it straight out the weed farm ’cause my brother he harvest
Put the zombie straight in a Jeep truck, put the Draco in chargers
We causin’ disasters, no marriage, we grew up as bastards
Louis V-Hermès wellington, tell me the price of the skeleton (Oh, yeah)
She only eight out of ten, so the only hotel is a Sheraton (Oh, yeah)
We used to juug and cook crack, now bro made Ms off Ethereum
Kick game on Bellingham, LVAF, I ain’t sellin’ ’em
Pulled up, hold up, where’s the bicarb soda?
Darlin’, jump in, Lambo not Toyota
I know you love when I grip your throat up
Too much poured up, I might, might just throw up
I know that girls like flowers, on the FaceTime for hours
Singing SZA in the shower, feel like she got some power
Fly into your Tilted Towers, pussy get devoured
She said, “Treat me like your watches, safe and protected from cowards”
All girls manipulate and play games
Pussy so good I wanna play this game
If you really love me, better tat’ my name
On my mind coast to coast, state to state
She said, “All boys do is lie”, I’ma lie again
Sex is on fire, call the fire brigade
Girls fall in love with liars, I’ma tell lies again
Sometimes I feel love’s a losing game
(Oh, yeah)
Heard the street’s a mess, all of the real ones cuffed
(Real ones cuffed, real ones cuffed)
