Daddy

Young Face She call me daddy Yuh, I ain't got no kids But the way she talkin' to me You would probably think I did She call me daddy Yuh, I ain't got no kids But the way she talk to me You'd think I'm her guardian She call me daddy (daddy) Bitch, I got those long socks Underneath my brown Crocs Drinkin' whiskey on rocks Like I'm her daddy (ayy, ayy) Wearing boot-cut pants Only know one dance Talkin' 'bout finance I got them New Balance all white (all white) Business class on my flight (that's boujee) Get to the airport at dawn (dawn) But the flight's eleven at night (yeah) Your bitch callin' my phone (yello?) She wanna hop in my pickup (what?) But I ain't gonna pick up (nah) 'Cause I might miss the kickoff (ayy!) She call me daddy (daddy!) Yuh, I ain't got no kids But the way she talkin' to me You would probably think I did She call me daddy (ayy, oh!) Yuh, I ain't got no kids (nah) But the way she talk to me You'd think I'm her guardian Netflix and Chill (that's right) She wanna make a move on me (goddamn) But when she go to try She gon' see that I'm asleep (I'm 'sleep) When there's a storm comin' I can feel it in my knees Bitch, I got those bad joints Like high schoolers dealing weed Now I'm all up in that left lane (left lane!) You know I'm driving like I'm insane (skrrt skrrt!) You know I'm all up on that Bluetooth (Hey Greg!) No turn signal lane change (oopsies) Now she wanna go dancin' But I can't 'cause you know I got back pain (euuugh!) Ringtone turned all the way up But I still can't hear it when that bitch ring She call me daddy (daddy!) Yuh, I ain't got no kids (nah) But the way she talkin' to me You would probably think I did She call me daddy (baseball) Yuh, I ain't got no kids (nah) But the way she talk to me You'd think I'm her guardian She call me daddy