Sexin Me

But let it be one of them niggas though
You been textin' them all day
FaceTimin' they ass all fuckin' day
But you can't never text me the fuck back
Over there wanna be dancin' and shit
Thinkin' you a motherfuckin' Backyardigan
But you act like you don't see me blowin' up that fuckin' phone every the fuck day
And if yo' ass wasn't all the way, fuckin', eighteen hours away
I'd come over there and slap the fuck out of you, really
'Cause every time I see a motherfuckin' video
You got that motherfuckin' phone in yo' motherfuckin' hand
Now, if I beat that ho down your throat, I'd be wrong

(Alright, Brando)
Turn that light on, XO
(Say Brando what it's hittin' for?)
Baow, ah, uh
What, what?

I got these bitches plan on sexin' me
I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep
Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me
Inside the car we leave 'em sleep
I show the bitch I be YB (there go Kentrell)
In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (there go Kentrell)
Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty
Woah now, lil' mama, bounce that ass
Hold on, baow, baow
You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act
I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash

Come from poverty
Know I got to show my ass off in this motherfucker
Ain't no stoppin' me, fuck up the game
Bad bitches gon' follow me
Dirty stick named YBOO
Diggin' session, we gon' knock two
Anywhere, shoot out the window
Tear up yo' car, my nigga, fuck you

Ooh, baow, let me hit it, watch me get in there
Come straight off the block, and he a millionaire, dumpin' shit
"Girl, there go Kentrell and all them felonaires he run with"
North shit, I knock you off, bitch, they know I slump shit
She want me, wan' put it on me, I know
With my niggas real fly high, you ain't gotta worry 'bout how I roll
I don't know, but, they don't like me
I say, "Fuck all these niggas"
I ain't talkin' to her, she say she like
Got that shit in my system

I got these bitches plan on sexin' me
I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep
Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me
Inside the car we leave 'em sleep
I show the bitch I be YB (there go Kentrell)
In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (there go Kentrell)
Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty
Woah now, lil' mama, bounce that ass
Hold on, baow, baow
You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act
I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash