every boy

Bae come over here and let show you what this work can do

Fuck him good put him to sleep he like you got some syrup in you

I won't blow yo phone up, not a bird bae I ain't chirping you

He told me pop the glizzy in my purse cause they ain't searching you

Show me you on demon time, I don't wanna see that church in you

Poppin' shit for all them bitches cause I know they lurking too

Told you what it was I never had no plans on hurting you

I don't want one nigga I would rather settle down with two

Aye, what one won't do another will

I got a nigga so laid back and I got one who got no chill

I got a nigga in the trap and got an athlete in the field

When I throw this ass back know he gone catch it Tyreek Hill