P-Lo - SIKE! lyrics

[Intro: Marty Grimes] Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Marty Grimes] Fresh bouncing out the coupe I'mma take her if she choose Sent her back for the shoes Yeah money looking right Make her bend like rules Like a [Mentuse?] she ain't f**ing with her dude Told her, "Come spend the night", Sike! Yeah, Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) Yeah Yeah, Aye Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) [Verse 2: P-Lo] Only Only f** with you You can't even lay down at my, crib Ain't nobody there how I [?] [?] Tell me that I own the bay My way the only way Lames all they know is hate But I am not amused by them They not my friends, not the one who follow trends I do not miss, yeah [Chorus: Marty Grimes] Fresh bouncing out the coupe I'mma take her if she choose Sent her back for the shoes Yeah money looking right Make her bend like rules Like a [Mentuse?] she ain't f**ing with her dude Told her, "Come spend the night", Sike! Yeah, Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) Yeah Yeah, Aye Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) [Verse 2: Marty Grimes] Told her I could take her top side Out here flexing like Popeye Hella gas, Hella drive Keep her hella wet, Never dry I do do big stunts Smoking on big big clouds Freestyle been on [clumps?] If I'm drunk I might plow All this gold on my wrist Make her want to [creep?] with a n***a like me You gotta leave Sorry Babe, you gotta leave Can't be sleeping all on my sheets No games, no jokes, you came I poked Got her with no robe on I'll bounce when it's over [Chorus: Marty Grimes] Fresh bouncing out the coupe I'mma take her if she choose Sent her back for the shoes Yeah money looking right Make her bend like rules Like a [Mentuse?] she ain't f**ing with her dude Told her, "Come spend the night", Sike! Yeah, Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) Yeah Yeah, Aye Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) [Verse 3: G-Eazy] I told her I'll bring her on the tour If she's down to ride though I told her I would bring everywhere Everywhere that I go I told her I really cared about, and she's really mine though Yeah I told her a whole lot of things bruh, but I was lying though Yeah, and it's still f** fake friends I don't speak, don't shake hands Diamond grill cost eight bands Treat [?] like ray bans L.A. is so great fam Town of Botox and fake lips Big booty and spray tans [Chorus: Marty Grimes] Fresh bouncing out the coupe I'mma take her if she choose Sent her back for the shoes Yeah money looking right Make her bend like rules Like a [Mentuse?] she ain't f**ing with her dude Told her, "Come spend the night", Sike! Yeah, Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) Yeah Yeah, Aye Yeah I only f** with you (Sike!) [Outro]