I'm clutching at whoever look at me, yeah
I'm toting that bitch if they even look at me, yeah
I'm hitting that bitch if she try to attack me, yeah
I'm shooting that shit like I'm in the heat
They calling my phone like"I'm tryna feat"
Toss her down, take a seat
She calling my phone like she can't sleep
I sneak in the house, can't make a peep
She like sad songs, I talk about X
She likes it rough, talking about sex
She likes it when I eat her out, but I move to the breast
God sent me down, yeah I got to be blessed
Hit that boy with the chrome in the dome, we don't aim for the chest
He run around, cause ima take his breath
Can't make a sound because
I'm clutching at whoever look at me
I'm toting that bitch if they even look at me
I'm hitting that bitch if she try to attack me
I'm shooting that shit like I'm in the heat
They calling my phone like"I'm tryna feat"
Smoking his pack, leave that boy in the ozone
I can hear everyone from the back, yeah they screaming out"oh no"
My eyes Japanizing, I ain't talking about Yoko Ono
I ain't easy, that boy trippin
That boy cheesy
Talking about
Talking about
Talking about he love her
She under cover, she under my covers
She been trippin, might as well cut her
Hit her with the cutta
Yeah