Yeah, I just finished
Wait, what?
You good?
9side, where you at?
Yeah, pretty face with the cold skin
Why you runnin'? This a race that you won't win
And yeah, I'm real confident, yeah, I'm so him
And why you still talking to him? Better ghost him
'Cause I'ma do you real good like passion
And we ain't shoppin' at no mall, fuck fashion
Lil' pretty lips, smell good, type passive
Speakin' on her name get you fucked up fast
I'm tryna see it from the back, but I ain't tryna get attached
I don't want no title
And I took lil' shawty off her feet, now you tryna get her back
Not tryna be rude, but she mine now
And there's a lot of girls tryna get my time, I ain't goin' out sad
You're fuckin' with a real one
You're fuckin' with somebody who don't care about a thing unless it's givin' him a bag (yes, sir)
So stop playin', come and tell me where you at
I'll never put you last (okay)
I know I'll put your first, right there with the winners
You're talkin' to a pro, I don't tolerate begginers (no, sir)
Lil' shorty bad, long hair, waist thinner
I promise that I'm loyal even when I'm not with her (yes, sir)
And I was coming off a year where I felt like nothin' never went my way, hard time
Now I'm doing pretty good, got my 9side brothers right here
Better never ever step about mines (okay)
'Cause you know I'ma
I get it poppin' like I used to
We get into a squabble, phones out like it's YouTube
And shorty want us all, she beggin' for a choo-choo
But I got my lady back home, so I'm cool off that, now I'm
I'm on the Sixth Street Bridge
I'm lookin' pretty good, take a flick 'bout this
My momma always ask how my new life is
But I been the same, so it's nothin' that I miss
Pretty face with the cold skin
Why you runnin'? This a race that you won't win
Yeah, I'm real confident, yeah, I'm so him
And why you still talkin' to him? Better ghost him
'Cause I'ma do you real good like passion
And we ain't shoppin' at no mall, fuck fashion
Lil' pretty lips, smell good, type passive
Speakin' on her name get you fucked up fast
I'm tryna see it from the back, but I ain't tryna get attached
I don't want no title
And I took lil' shawty off her feet, now you tryna get her back
Not tryna be rude, but she mine now
And there's a lot of girls tryna get my time, I ain't goin' out sad
You're fuckin' with a real one
You're fuckin' with somebody who don't care about a thing unless it's givin' him a bag (yes, sir)
So stop playin', come and tell me where you at
I'll never put you last (okay)