Tryna itch me up and get a wife, picket fence I ain't really with it, I ain't tryna meet

The rents Girl, you're really crazy, you ain't havin

No damn sense No, I'm not your hubby, please stop droppin

On the fence Talkin' for a while, she like, Beezy, where

The rings

Yeah, I got a few, but they really just for me, yeah

Damn, for you, all this fuckin' ice up on my body, I'm so cool, you dig

I'm so fresh, I'm so clean You don't need a ring, bitch, I'll ride a

Topy Sheen, I'll copy Nova, I'll copy some Prada

We ain't gotta do all that walkin' through the altar

That's just me, that's just how I see it Tryna find someone like Beezy, but they couldn't

Be it Tryna see a future like my present, they can't

See it Then I tell them just how far I came, they

Can't believe it They can't comprehend all the fuckin' opps

That got spilled for the win Then they expect me to fuckin' settle down

I don't need a wife, bitch, I'm always out of town

I'm cross the border, ayy, please don't get me wrong, she not a dime, she a quarter

Twenty-five out of ten, ayy, she fuckin' broke the scale

I'll slide by LaShawty, you can fuckin' catch these shells

You can catch these hens, you don't really want no smoke

No, she not my wife, but this shit is not a joke

Tryna hitch me up and get a white picket fence I ain't really with it, I ain't tryna meet

The rents Girl, you're really crazy, you ain't havin

No damn sense No, I'm not your hubby, please stop droppin

All them hens