Whitney & Bobby ft. KAHTRELLY Lyrics

Yeah, so we've been talking for a while now and I really feel like I like him

For real? Oh my God, that's tea

Yeah, he smells good, he looks good, he's everything

Look, goddamn, who my lil' baby feelin' like

Baby got her hair done, nails done, ass fat in them blue tight jeans, yeah, it's sitting right

And I'm out with that gang, but lil shordi so bad, she might give me a reason to leave the guys

I just got a text message, she tryna perform on the dick, so she told me to bring the mic

Call me Martin, I got me the gina type

Way she flex, got em tryna come see the hype

He swipe up tryna mac

Peter pipe, give him flame, make him feel what a sesh in the stu be like

Way they copy, they can't even do it right

Yeah, she bad she the Cassie and Nunu type

When I come through, we go round for round

I just looked up and seen Netflix, just played the movie twice

Talk to em now

Look, what's that last nigga name

Oh yeah, he's a nobody

I asked her, who's is it

She said it's your body

She hit me like, come through, I text her back copy

K LO K mami, she callin' me papi

We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby

She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock

But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you to try me

Girl, I know you ain't stressin'

Cause you be killin' these bitches

You know that that pussy a weapon

Can I ask you a question

How would you feel if I wanna vibe out and make Nani my best friend

I got a confession

I like to role play

You be the teacher, come teach me a lesson

If not then that's cool

You be the quarterback

Baby, whatever you throwin', I'm catchin'

Don't got time for games

Girl, your last nigga a lame

See, me and that boy ain't the same

Bout time you make change

Get with a real one

Standing on business, don't got time to play

She wanna kick it like Messi

Girl, I'm on bad timing

Bae don't test me,

Baddie, Jatty, bless me

Came in with a fresh bust down

Left out on Messi

Look, what's that last nigga name

Oh yeah, he's a nobody

I asked her, who's is it

She said it's your body

She hit me like, come through, I text her back copy

K LO K mami, she callin' me papi

We roll through the streets like we Whitney and Bobby

She told me be careful, the streets movin' wock

But I carry that Dej Loaf I dare you to try me