SPEAK. Lyrics

Baby look bad as shit, top of the mix, ima get it at home

Baby look fine as shit, how I'm gon' miss her, I'm never alone

Baby look bad as fuck, come to my house lookin' mad as fuck

Ain't nobody better than us, said that I'm leavin', I'm thinkin' bout her

Yeah, I might just delete yo number, might just post on the gram'

Get a few likes, might just deplete yo number

Yeah, shit, cause I'm movin' faithfully,

got a hundred round drum on the side of my arm, so all of my fellas feel safe with me

I know a lot of y'all people be addicts

A lot of y'all people be wishin' y'all had it

But a lot of y'all ain't got the nerve

A lot of y'all people be feelin' unheard

A lot of y'all wanna be sum', wanna be perfect, don't wanna be numb

But what if I wanna be great

Would you stop lyin' and get out the way

Yeah

Cause girlie, I'm used to your tricks

Fuck up the party, I feel a little naughty

And then I remember there's dreams to be chased

Yeah, get out the way, yeah

Yeah, I say I love you, but I can't stay

Just stop playin' games with me

You gon' carry my bags cause im bringin' my things with me,

Movin' real dangerous

Life move fast, ain't nobody tamin' me

I'm hangin' around bitches, thinkin' bout the same bitch

Told me I ain't gettin' no riches

Still thinkin' bout the same shit

Thinkin' bout shit thats gon' get in my way

So get out my face, bitch

Don't even talk, I just want you to leave

Shit

Yeah

Cause I'm used to your tricks

But lil mama, I'm tired of your games

Yeah

Mama i feel a lil strange, and I hope you can hear me

Teeth look purty, yeah

Face look weird, but her hair look curly

All black fit

I'm thinkin' bout shit, will it fit

Will it get in the way

Be thinkin' bout dates

Thinkin' bout plays at the theater, or just stayin' awake

So baby, I'm sorry

Hate that I told you I'm sleepin', and messin' wit shawty

But baby, I'm sorry

Baby, I'm sorry

Baby, I'm..

Baby, I'm..

Baby, I'm..

Shit

Yeah

Baby, I'm sorry

I'm bout two cups in wit' a white gen 5

Only rap so i feel real alive

Baby real fine, and she down for the side

Shi different, she see through my lie

I been dumb high off a 3.5

I'm lyin', this shit a lil vibe

3.2 to the man in the back

He ain't smokin', that boy is a vet

I'm on the road and I feel a little wicked

I'm sorry ain't takin' you with me

She all alone, let her hold a lil 50

Baby, don't make no sense

Doubled my pockets, ain't worried bout' rent

And mama i ain't buyin' no shit

Claimin' we close, but you just suck my dick

Sayin baby we made us a hit