WTV. Lyrics

Yo GB, turn it up

Slide, slide, slide to myside, it's just you and I

We can chill, but it's just for the night

Talking nice of these bitches, but they know what's the vibe

Hit em once then I dip, leave em all wondering why

This is not emotions, if she wanna fuck, we can fuck, I don't care

Drop the loc, hit you up when I'm there

Stay aware, I smell set ups in the air

So I keep me a pole, you can't line me, no, no, no

If the yondom break, they you know we off to the store

Cop a Plan B, cause you wanna trap me

You can either walk, take the bus, or a taxi

Green out the face so my timing on go

Got all of these bitches bending over and touching toes

And I wifed a hoe before

Can't do that shit no more

Life is like a book and every bitch a new chapter

You can't read the same and expectin' a change

Don't know what it was, but it cannot b love

I'm a thot spotter baby, so with you that's a dub

Slide, slide, slide to myside, it's just you and I

We can chill, but it's just for the night

Talking nice of these bitches, but they know what's the vibe

Hit em once then I dip, leave em all wondering why

Slide, slide, slide to myside, it's just you and I

We can chill, but it's just for the night

Talking nice of these bitches, but they know what's the vibe

Hit em once then I dip, leave em all wondering why

This summer, finna have the city on lock

Catch me in a V with the back full of thots

Seen a bad thing and she catching my eyes

In a sundress, I'm tryna grip on those thighs

Tryna pull it up and just feel the inside

No soul ties, cause you cannot be mine

It's the summertime, so we staying outside

Spinning through dyckman, I'm tryna see what's the vibes

I can talk my shit, mm-hmm, cause it's all facts

Niggas stabbed my back to same ones that they girl scratched

No it's not my fault cause when I talked shit, they all laughed

Now I got they bitches all lovin' when I speak

She cannot stay mine if I'm inside within a week

Killing these bitches, straight back to back like on a streak

Gangsta in the streets, but a freak in the sheets

Like, ask your best friend about me

Slide, slide, slide to my side, it's just you and I

We can chill, but it's just for the night

Talking nice of these bitches, but they know what's the vibe

Hit em once then I dip, leave em all wondering why

In the yams, hit A1 for the bitches

Good girls always do all the sinning

She gon bust it open and pray she's forgiven

We can do this all again if you wit it