I.O.U

I bet she hate guys like me, the ones with the SRT's

I been with some girls like you, I know who they always choose

The ones with the black stingrays, the ones who give you vacays

Your friends, they can't roll with you, it's cool, just know I owe you

Yeah, uh, I got a taste for the finer things I'm crawling to the landscape, but while I'm

eating onion rings I'm finger licking, switching bitches

I got hits, but plenty misses Knew this one, her name was Crystal Pistol

Bro, this hurt just like a fish, and y'all forget that I'm a Christian

Demons talk, I never listen, put myself in this position

I put a team on my back, might as well call me Pulisic