RPK

No baby don't sight, sigh

I was having you tied down

Pussy ass nigga don't play, he front, he fried down

Don't put that ball in court, I'm attached to the hip with gunna

Switching the flat and I own it, reserve me a moment

And I'll fly you back in the morning

Meeting eye-to-eye, lost it, and gave it for the street (yeah, yeah)

Vibe was compromised, now she Miley Cyrus sing

Pop out with one of your friends

Only the ones that act they single

I know how they act when they be with they mans

Treat it like getaway plans

Shorty a Queen, but her throat was a ten, a hundred

If you decide to slide

Don't trip over that lashes that sit in the sink

Sit in the passion, it turned into magic

If you want that action, we filming a scene

Turn to a captain, I'm rocking ya boat like Aaliyah

Cuz I wanna murder some

Dropping my jaw when I seen her

I doubled C'd her like its a splurge or some

No baby don't sight, sigh

I was having you tied down

Pussy ass nigga don't play, he front, he fried down

Don't put that ball in court, I'm attached to the hip with gunna

Switching the flat and I own it, reserve me a moment

And I'll fly you back in the morning

Meeting eye-to-eye, lost it, and gave it for the street (yeah, yeah)

Vibe was compromised, now she Miley Cyrus sing

Pop out with one of your friends

Only the ones that act they single

I know how they act when they be with they mans

Treat it like getaway plans

Shorty a Queen, but her throat was a ten, a hundred

Meeting eye-to-eye, voices in my head

Thinking was better, that pipe or the bread

I been on the low, heard that you stuck on your ex

Niggas talking hot, Glock 10, I put that shit to rest

I fuck with lame niggas (nah, nah, nah, nah)

Swear they the type niggas still backdoor

Birthday cold, over all of these bands

Remember I was just down bad last year

Pray to God, like never again

I cannot pretend like you was a pop

Nigga was jus a fan (yeah)

Don't roll up on VIP if you ain't fuck with me

All these backwoods and these Dutches

Man, this shit get hard to breathe

You was jus never my mans (nah)

All of this time I keep it a hundred

You left me to get the advance, I guess in the end

I'm up in Cabo, you posted on the grams (yeah)