Better With Each Other
I can see it, now it's video
They think of slidin', I'm thinkin' devious (Yung Lan on the track)
I don't think he slidin', I'm thinkin' leavin' you
Like can we go back previous
Like, who the fuck she talkin' to?
I leave that bitch with no name
She be actin' so fake, and I'm off like Colgate
Trust me, she like "Babe, just touch me"
Arguin' and fussin', that pussy so lucky, pussy lucky
I don't go and try to get a better bitch, they think I never hit
Even say I need another bitch, more like my other bitch
Nothin' different, everything the same, more like that other guy
Pullin' out my phone, like what if I record
Now I can see it, now it's video
They think of slidin', I'm thinkin' devious
I don't think he slidin', I'm thinkin' leavin' you
Like can we go back previous?
Now I'm wit' blocka, that boy rasta, he call me shotta
Wocka, they pourin' Wock' out, and smokin' mata
Played, that nigga let in, we smokin' rasta
We better with each other, oh
And you talkin' like me now
I swear we did it, we ain't tried
Say you jump, but you ain't jump
Last niggas jump, that nigga fly to his destination
Met some makin', life we takin', regulation, nigga
Dumb, I'm never lookin', if I look, you must've passed me
Money, gettin' cash in, how the fuck you ask me?
She don't want for nothin', put it on, I guess it's fashion
I ain't eat no pussy in a minute, girl, I'm fastin'
State how much you love me, knowin' me, I can not feel it
Pull up, be in person, if you know me then I don't feel it
How you got no addy, you can't pull up to my home
If I'm all alone
Pullin' out my phone, like what if I record
Now I can see it, now it's video
They think of slidin', I'm thinkin' devious
I don't think he slidin', I'm thinkin' leavin' you
Like can we go back previous?
Now I'm wit' blocka, that boy rasta, he call me shotta
Wocka, they pourin' Wock' out, and smokin' mata
Played, that nigga let in, we smokin' rasta
We better with each other, oh
Oh, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Oh, ayy-yeah, ayy, like what if I record
Now I can see it, now it's video
They think of slidin', I'm thinkin' devious
I don't think he slidin', I'm thinkin' leavin' you
Like can we go back previous?
Now I'm wit' blocka, that boy rasta, he call me shotta
Wocka, they pourin' Wock' out, and smokin' mata
Played, that nigga let in, we smokin' rasta
We better with each other, oh