Letras
Dillinger, nigga
1:50 Something AM, I'm thinking should I call your phone?
But you texting mine saying "What's going on?"
Now that's what I call perfect timing
I just left the lab, got four grams left up in this bag
Tryna see 'bout the smoke and smash
Don't be defensive, I rather submissive
And you used to do gymnastics, imagine positions
We could try out, see if she tryna ride out
I'm on your side of town with idle time, I'm tryna find out
I'ma fall through
I know you probably heard some stories, they ain't all true
So disregard them
You answer the door, no drawers, breath smelling like alcohol
Feel like I'm ditching class the way I'm in between your walls, yes
Your bed was made, we made a mess of it
Had the bitch screaming, think the pussy in distress and shit
All I'm hearing is my first name and "Oh my God"
You think I blessed the chick
I killed it and left the scene
I guess the sex is a weapon, shit
Yeah, I guess the sex is a weapon, shit, yeah, so
Watch these rats niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up?