If you can catch me you can have me

Never mind cuz ion wanna start a stampede

You might mistake it for the pretty ladies track meet

Call me coach

I turned your bitch into an athlete

Gladly casually

She looked me in my face and then

She gently asked me

"I want you bad can we intimate and nasty?"

I'm thinking to myself those are my sentiments exactly

We rode in the Sentra cuz the bimmer a bit flashy

Tryn keep it low

In your city

Hit the liquor store

.40 in my pants couldn't tell what she was reaching for

Go a couple rounds I won three

But we ain't keeping score

She in a different bracket

Doin moves that I ain't seen before

You can keep a secret we can keep it on a need to know

Here I go

Glaze back up in that freaky mode

Niggas failed the the test, yall ain't certified to speak the code

Puttin in this work I got a hunnit plus

Of PTO

Niggas talking down on me don't even got no weed to roll

Love the sound of engines shifting gears I'm going 3-4

Its music to my ears I swear I'm hitting every single note

This ain't no fucking singalong so girl watchu singing for

Get acquainted with my likeness

Niggas said your new shit was hot

They kinda siced it

I'm the type to lay low all day and get the night lit

Got a way with words came to terms

That I only wanna rap bout pretty women and these nice whips

Marble on the counter quartz floors with the High ceilings

Like to ride in foreigns when I don't be in my feelings

F22 17's not the right fitment

Everybody know the main factor is the price difference

Mmmm lookie here

What we got

That's a nice wrist

I might just drag on these niggas

As the time tick

Let em hold some money same night Became a flight risk

It don't take much to push up like a side kick

That outfit trash lil bro need a stylist

Fly shit, anything that ain't is prolly nonsense

Shorty old news been crossed her off of my list

Tired of these niggas lean cup wit da ice innit