{Verse 1}
Uh
I'm a mic fiend
She like nice things
I'm sipping soda on a Sunday, she eat ice cream
I spent a rand on my fit
She blew a k on her kicks
To insist these b*tches
Don't know who they fu*k wit it
And she's in love with I
Yes, he is me
That him mentioned by her
Both of us, make we
I'm smoke chronic
She gets high in a good read
And helps a ni**a tighten every syllable
And sixteen
Pres-tige, is what I would call it
She walk it how she talk
Your girl accent got her stalling
And she don't pick up
'less it's Lord of The Vibe calling
Same goes for me
My ni**a,sh*t, I'm all in
The is "Is we gon last? " sh*t
So unnecessary
When we done
We keep these feelings buried in a cemetery
I go my way, and you go yours
On your spa day I'll be at the studio with the boys
{Verse 2}
It was - and the crew
In the back of the blue bus
Straight sippin'
Preppin' game spittin' at the future fast women
When all the cool kids
Would hit the back of the truck
And the girls would lift their skirts up
Tryna get finger fu*ked
I peeped you out of the crowd
You mad different
Your girls run they mouth
You just sit ad-libing
Girl, what's your name?
What's your sign?
Your design got me trippin'
Can I kick it with you a minute, misses?
See I would ask for the digits but it's cliché, right?
So is telling you, imma rock you
Through the wicked winter nights
See, I'm rambling and you rolling your eyes
You prolly here cause you being polite
Man I knew, I should've thought twice
Out of my league, "too cool" for a ni**a
(yo, we gotta dip!!)
Ayt, let me drop this 2 cents, ni**a
"if your ni**a ain't around
When you really feeling down
Please don't hesitate to call the clown of the town
I'll be there with a pound
Yeah, that's what I'm about
I gotta get out of hair right now, shawty"