Edible Arrangement ft. Eli Myles & Global T

I had to tell her, like, man, I ain't fucking with nobody but you, ayy, ayy, yeah

You the type I plan a date with, yeah, Georgia peach on you, my lil' edible arrangement

You the type that wanna take risks, pull up, take dick, see me with my bitch and don't say shit

You the type I can escape with, you know the city we from wicked, we can move and start another life

You the type I grow old with, cold bitch, you the type that make me put your government in ice

You my favorite one, I can't fake the funk, I brought out the phone book, so leave your pape at home

Smell like guaranteed sex when I spray cologne, we go anywhere together, we gon' shake the room

Gotta be honest with yourself or it's gon' take a toll, ask if I got other hoes, I won't say I don't

Mind your business, you gon' fuck around and break my phone, I'm chasing bread, all that couple shit just ain't my mode

Make a hoe out of our housewife, bae, I'm home, I don't care about no stretch marks, bae, I'm grown