The Climax ft. Joseph Torres Lyrics

It's 3 a.m and I'm hitting her back end

She foreign, I don't fuck with her accent, Doc Brown, leave her in the past tense

Step sisters come in a package, uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah,

It's 3 a.m and I'm hitting her back end

She foreign, I don't fuck with her accent, Doc Brown, leave her in the past tense

Step sisters come in a package, uh, yeah, uh-huh,

She doing that split from the huh, uh, She doing that split from gymnastics,

She can't even get on these coasters, I think that hoe below average,

I think you just crossed the line, I atmosphere and evaporate

Can't even talk, you exaggerate, Double tap bitches, now they want collaborate, uh

She gon' eat my Tiramisu, you want blow well I want you

You want grams well I want two, crossed the line she Heard her poop

Her constellation is Amber, and her name is Amber, she from the UK hate her banter

This hoe claim that she a tourist, she lie on credentials

And this bitch actin' like a homie, this hoe makin' fun of homosexuals,

Old, crodie like minors, spin his block and turn to different textures,

I ain't like to ask for magic words, and I still get my pleasure

I put the climax on my tape, and now you ain't got nothin' to measure, I ain't got nothin' to measure, yeah

You a call me when you done, And you can hit me when it's over

You just call me when you need me, Baby, call me when you sober

I don't never do no new friends, All they ever do is fold up

Remember ridin' in that Civic Coupe, Now the driver in a Rover

Whatever, I'm hittin' the road, Got my brother in Texas shows

You gotta go hard or go home, stay on the low

Look like I'm always alone, Designer, I'm proud of VLONE

I ride with my nena, I'm never alone, block spinning like rotary phones

He layin' off car alarms, My bitch keep blowin' my phone

I'm tryna get home, She like, you never at home

Look like I'm already gone, Yeah, we already on

48 hours, no sleep, no sleep, I just took the flight home

Hop in that bitch, and I'm too geeked, too gone

Tell the pilot, turn this bitch on, smoke on the flower, cause I'm lazy

Call up my mom, said we made it, Hit up the plug, I need medication

Bro busting blue xans on the daily, Pour in the pink, I ain't feelin' no pain man

When you broke, you just wanna payment, bitch shaking ass, it go with the cadence