WTD

We missed you, Faygo (I miss you, Bryce)
(Lil Flexer got that fire)
(Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?)

I could get with that,  but I'd rather not
Pull up in a drop-top with that fucking guap
She like what happened to me
 she not used to this she's a stupid bitch
She like taking stupid dick
Baby, throw it back and I'ma throw you a tip
Can't nobody feel me, nigga, I cannot feel
She in her feels while I'm keeping it real
Run up on me and get something spilled
Money calling, like what's the deal?
Bitches calling, what's the deal?
She like nothing fabricated
She looking for something real

'cause time matter
I could take that ho soul if I smile at her
Yeah, Lil Faygo don't really talk
I don't chatter
And the less you say, the more you do
Get your pockets fatter
Don't know what I'm feeling
Wanna feel that with you
Pull up on his block, hop
Out with the K, like, "What's the issue?"
I understand you don't wanna be saved
So I can't fix you
But I want her so damn bad
It's fucking up my mental
And she know that I'm legit
And she know that I'm the shit
I could put your main ho in that Rick
That's why she fucking with the kid
And she know I'm skrrt
Skrrt beep-beep-beep my Bimmer
Man, them Benjis be my friends, nigga
I get paid up on my end

I could get with that, but I'd rather not
Pull up in a drop-top with that fucking guap
She like what happened to me
She not used to this she's a stupid bitch
She like taking stupid dick
Baby, throw it back and I'ma throw you a tip
Can't nobody feel me, nigga, I cannot feel
She in her feels while I'm keeping it real
Run up on me and get something spilled
Money calling, like what's the deal?
Bitches calling, what's the deal?
She like nothing fabricated
She looking for something real