ANKLES (feat. Rico Nasty & Melii)

Yeah Right here? Fight just to fuck, just to fight again World War III justified in bed Mess me up, now we ain't even friends But the truth is I'm kind of tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can't seem to learn I never thought you'd leave me two for two Again Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up, no Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don't make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles Strippers and liquor and cigarettes Apologize, but your Twitter said, "No regrets" I'd kill for a mute button in my head You are right, but I'm tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can't seem to learn I never thought you'd leave me two for two Again Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up (Yah) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles (period) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles (no, they don't) These bitches don't make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles Why's it always me that gotta feel bad? (Bad, bad) You left me in a heartbeat, quick, fast (fast, fast) Couldn't handle me in the quicksand But you want me to hold you down like a kickstand? (Huh?) Fuck you and whoever (whoever) I know that I'm better (better), shout at me whenever (yeah) You show her the truth (truth, truth), must suck to be you You can't be as selfish 'cause she won't be amused You can't do right 'cause the bitch left you (woah) And it's crazy 'cause You had me lookin' crazier than crazy does (huh?) It will never go back to the way it was She's not on my level, you could've done better She wanna get under my skin, but- I never could let her (yeah, yeah, yeah, woah) I'm fly as a feather, baby, it's levels Baby, it's levels (ha) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up (yah) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up (these bitches can't measure up) To my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don't make it to my ankles (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles Oh my God, this your bitch? Oh my God, you make me sick 'Cause I'm mad trouble, dripping in money And thick but I'm back on my shit Know that she doesn't ride it like I used to ride it That dick so hypnotic, that pussy psychotic Feast on it, baby, like body-to-body (yeah, yeah, yeah) The way that I do it compare to nobody Esa, esa niña ni ma da por los tobillos (Jesús) Tú sabes la pongo bien sencillo Saying lights out, lights out I doubt you'll find anyone to measure up to me, boy Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up (yah) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles (period) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) To my ankles (no, they don't) These bitches don't make it to my ankles (nah, nah, nah) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles Two feet, you're shallow Too real, I know too well Backwoods, you high Backwards, two feet Shallow, too real I know two steps Backwoods, you high Backwards