En La Playa??

Look beyond the road you're coming home

Percocets are my favorite tone

Look beyond the road you're coming home

Percocets are my favorite tone

Different pills just strum me along

Happiness is what I faked in this song

I guess I'm two-faced baby

But this isn't 2K baby

But I get them green

If you know what I mean

These girls be mean

Falling towards the lean

You're coming home, but what really is home?

I don't know, but I ain't paying no loan

Between me and you, I gotta pick this bone

I mean I got a bone to pick with you

You call me up I got it done lickety-split

Different flavors with the syrup, banana split

Man, I don't know about you but I'm feeling lit

Truth be told I didn't count up all these sips

But I'm feeling tipsy

Bhad bitch named Whitney

Come down and chill with me

Take you around the city

Around the night, you're going to give me licky-licky

I know this bold but I'm feeling kind of frisky

I'm feeling fresh

Dressed in the best

Dressed to impress

Fuck with you and I get pressed

I'll show you love I will never show you less

I just want you to see baby girl you are so blessed

We feeling gnarly

Drink some Bacardi

Listen to Carti

Smoke on the Cartie

Fuck up the car seats

Placed in the back

Like throw it back

She got that Gyat

She got that thicky thicky

This shit gets Sticky Sticky

That's when it's tricky tricky

Baby girl don't come and trick me

This isn't October so this ain't no trick or treat

Wanna take a peek at those titties they are a treat