Aye, Chedda on the beat

Got something special with this, man went in

We both went crazy

Do it like this:

Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke

Gimme two and I you know coming back sis

Gimme three you gon think we a thing

And the fourth time on the way out you doing backflips

Pick you up and lay flat up on that mattress

I'm James Harden in the clutch, cant pass this

I gotta thing for ya, with them glasses and that lisp

Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya

You and me, we like Bonnie and Clyde

Hit you in that bonnet, by the third stroke, bet that bonnet aside

Sometimes I gotta bottle my pride

Cause I be thinking I'm that **** when you right by my side

And to think, it all started in them DMs

Your story won't funny, but you was bad as hell

So I comment the laughing emoji ****, just to see you would bite

I thought you probably will, and we on

FaceTiming and you blushin in the face

Can't lick a fire Lily but that pink is what I'm trying to taste

If you wit it then I'm wit it too

Canceled on the ****, they know just what I am getting too

I'm getting you

Subtract that other **** too

Gimme two years, Ima pull up in that ghost, that's different boo

Fuck a snack, you cooked with a red center, you rare babygirl and well done

That's a different chew

I been told you I was feeling you

Now I get to fillin you up, the peanut butter in ya butter cup

So long I been chasing the cat, just to find that you was a wolf

You be howling till the sun is up

Working full-time just to run it up

But when I'm in my city I'm at Mama Js

Offered the pack to my moms for the stress

It won't selling cause I'd never let my momma pay

Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke

Gimme two and I you know coming back sis

Gimme three you gon think we a thing

And the fourth time on the way out you doing backflips

Pick you up and lay flat up on that mattress

I'm James Harden in the clutch, I cant pass this

I gotta thing for ya, with them glasses and that lisp

Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya

I fuck with you cause you ain't worried bout these other chicks

I'm low key, like a stunted brick

I'm Loki like the brother of that thunder striking **** that be

Whipping arm and hammer like he running from the wanted list

Hunnid shit, all these songs pop like a gun equipped

My pops heard the tape and said “who's son is this” (That's not you is it)

Said Brak had to do it to em

This my first time tape I'm not in school, so I had to bring the tutor to him

No more oodles of noodles, I'm popping now

Take lil shawty to the popping lounge

Ima prosper cause these popping shawties want me as poppa

But probably won't take that option

Unless pussies do the popping sound

Issa a problem when Max and me get to choppin now

Especially when the crown in the stu

I was bound to blew, bound to blow, classically trained

I just take it where the sound will go

And when I'm hot, the bounds just bountiful

They gentrifying my city like the county full

Real life, go and raise ya own property tax

I'm making money but I ain't making no property stacks

Babygirl Ima make you my property next

You probably vexed, but I came back like property debt

That thang fat, got that mound like you play for the Mets

Bet on me and that's as safe as it get

Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke

Gimme two and I you know coming back sis

Gimme three you gon think we a thing

And the fourth time on the way out you doing backflips

Pick you up and lay flat up on that mattress

I'm James Harden in the clutch, I cant pass this

I gotta thing for ya, with them glasses and that lisp

Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya