REGIME

You say you love me girl

Is you gon' back that up

Are you finna back that up?

Mm, I gotta know

You say that you want me girl

But I gotta know

I gotta know

I gotta

Shawty don't see my intentions

All of them pure, you should be sure

I don't just wanna fuck

I need real love (real)

Girl swing by to the crib, we could both get turnt up (yeah yeah)

Put your ex man up in this blunt, he gon get burnt up

Yeah

They cannot fuck with the fleet

Who been doing this shit like me?

She want a pic, she geeked

Calling that SOS

No girl, I'm not naïve

I know y'all fake, I see it

Believe me

Yeah

I'm with the birds, tryna get fleek

Void it's all on my tee

I had to curve cause she from the streets

(Nah, nah)

She ain't for me

Still gotta keep it player

Stash up that vault with the heat

I could make a whole tape in a week

I be doing this shit like it's easy

They ain't ready for the new regime

Better tap in lil bitch, I'm next

Sleep is the cousin of death

They still sleeping on me, I'm impressed

I'm getting this vent off my chest

We move at night like it's muhfuckin' chess

You got an attitude problem, get checked

Shawty want me to slide to her address