I used to think about immature thingsYou know, likeDo you love me? Do you want me?Are you gon' call me like you said you would?Is this really your real phone number?Some of y'all gon' get washed (washed)Some of y'all just gon' pop shitSome of y'all just gon' talk (talk)But none of y'all ain't really got shitSome of y'all just look lostI get this type of feeling you ain't accustomed toI swear I'd be at peace if it weren't for you (yeah, yeah)Only want your love if it's solidBut if it's fuck me, then fuck you (huh)And that's the way I like itThat's the way I like itAnd that's the way I like itAin't huggin' or smilin' for none of these bitchesThat's the way I like itI'm wipin' 'em down in front of they niggaThat's the way I like itI'm thirty for thirty, I'm thirty for thirtyI'm thirty for thirty, I'm thirty for thirty, I'm-ChatShould I fold that bitch, no yoga mat?ChatShould I dead that nigga? Don't hit me backChatShould've ran down on you, no questions askedChat, chat, they chattin', they chatWhen the sun go down, everything make me feel lonely, yeahHad a lil' side thing, but right now, he's just the homieTryna feel good inside, he never wanna hold mePipe me up, you get me hyped, you my favorite coach, come press the lineFucking stress off, that's my only viceI take it off when he tell me if I'm feelin' fineI run it up, risk it all like I'm rolling diceTakin' it all, it's my second lifeThat's me (that's me)Passed out in a nigga backseat (backseat)Crashed out on a black-sand beach (uh)Already know my bodyAlready know that's meBitch shit, then you might get minkedMink, mink, minkOnly want the love if it's solidSome of y'all gon' get washed (washed)Some of y'all just gon' pop shitSome of y'all just gon' talk (talk)But none of y'all ain't really got shitSome of y'all just look lostI get this type of feeling you ain't accustomed toI swear I'd be at peace if it weren't for you (yeah, yeah)Only want your love if it's solidBut if it's fuck me, then fuck you (huh)And that's the way I like itEverything been otay (otay)They salute me so damn much, every time I show up, nigga about-faceEverything no cut, I fuck y'all up, I'm really gon' trip 'bout bae (mm-mm)Blow the '87 guts, why they waitin' on us? Tell 'em I was on PCHYou fuckin' with niggas that's thinkin' they cuter than you, ohSay you on your cycle, but he on his period too, ohThe tables been turnin' so much, I was thinkin' it's foosballThe tenderness of 'em, mistakin' 'em for some wagyu, ohWalk, talk, like Kenny, like bossLike Solana, I promise, more buzz, it's a waspIt's a crater or a spaceship, shut the fuck up, get lostNo favors, I'll wager whatever you worth, I ballSomethin' about a conservative, regular girl that still can beat a bitch assThorough as fuck, don't need your bitch assPsychic as fuck, can read your bitch assZodiac sign, it must be a Gemini moon 'cause, shit, we about to go halfMistakenly, nobody been in they bag, but how many bodies done been in her bed?Some of y'all gon' get washed (washed)Some of y'all just gon' pop shitSome of y'all just gon' talk (talk)But none of y'all ain't really got shitSome of y'all just look lost (yeah)I get this type of feeling you ain't accustomed toI swear I'd be at peace if it weren't for you (yeah, yeah)Only want your love if it's solidBut if it's fuck me, then fuck you (huh)And that's the way I like itThat's the way I like itThat's the way I like itAin't huggin' or smilin' for none of these bitchesThat's the way I like itI'm wipin' 'em down in front of they niggaThat's the way I like itI'm thirty for thirty, I'm thirty for thirtyI'm thirty for thirty, I'm thirty for thirty, I'm-ChatShould I fold that bitch, no yoga mat?ChatShould I dead that nigga, no strings attached?ChatShould've ran down on you, no questions askedChat, they chattin', they chattin', they chatChatDo I let him bump his gums or get him whacked?ChatDo I take his head off and wear it for fashion?ChatDo I do my stuff and take it to the max?Chat, they chattin', they chattin', they chat
