No wings, but my bad bit can fly
Valentine's, yeah bitch, will you be mine
F*ck a snack, I'm tryna whine and dine
Lemme in, or I'm bust through the side
Get on top, you can be my ride or die
Dont try, bitch, 'cause we ain't cutting ties
Slit ya throat, then say it was suicide
Shake my head, as I begin to fake cry
Don't play with me
You going stay with me
Ain't a thing missy
You going come up missing
Don't play with me
You going stay with me
Ain't a thing missy
You going come up missing
Something to keep your eyes on
Got my hands in her pants on the ride home
When she gone, cant get my disguise blown
If she f*ck with me, then she dry bones
Better f*ck with me
Bitch you stuck with me
You cant run from me
Dont f*ck with me
Better f*ck with me
Bitch you stuck with me
You cant run from me
Dont f*ck with me