Since when is it not enough to be there when you call on me?

Bring you to the bedroom

And let you fall on me

Me and bro was in the Ac' like a SRT

I say once I get them racks

Who gon flex on me?

Me and bro was in the Ac' like a SRT

I say once I get them racks

Who gon flex on me?

Remember rolling lor blunts

Like it's gon get me high still

Now we rolling three-fives

Broski call it Za still

I just call it what I'm used to

Depend on how I feel

Girl, I'm nothing like the usual

I tell you if it's real

The plug say the wock got my name on it

With a seal

Might have a problem

My addictions getting all my dollar bills

Mix the drink up with precision

Like a chemist I got skills

Seen money

But I'm trynna leave some millions in my will

I pour drank up in the Fanta

Make it dirty as the deeds

That we did to get what we got

Keep up as I proceed

Tell you this ain't what you used to

I'm at a different speed

Baby, why you acting out

Just relax and hit the weed

I done chose another route

'Cause if I crash know you gon' leave

Just some shit that I be thinking

When my head up in the trees

Need you or so it seem

Could be the woman of my dreams

But can't seem to trust your soul

In pursuit of other things

Not enough

To be there when you call on me

Bring you to the bedroom

And let you fall on me

Me and bro was in the Ac' like a SRT

I say once I get them racks

Who gon flex on me?

I say once I get them racks-

Me and bro was in the Ac' like a SRT

I say once I get them racks

Who gon flex on me?

Fucking set ya fucking mailbox up

'Cause I was tryna send you a voicemail and I couldn't

Why is your phone dead at fucking 9:57 at night?

That's the real question