can't tell her

I cannot tell her I've been fucking with these hoes

What's in my cop gon' make that girl take off her clothes

I'm in a rush, don't got time to deal with emotions

Double up night shit, I might take a flight over the ocean

I'm sick of leaving, the za it help me sleep while she blowing on my phone

My mama told me leave all these lil women alone

And this shit ain't for the streets, this shit's strictly for your hoe

We in a Beamer, taught him how to move, he a till ain't better than me

And these women pick n choose, some shit I'm never getting

Easy, yeah, I made that shit back easy