08 in my basement
Rolling we be blazing
Me myself my baby
Singing to me crazy
Nigga don't you play me
Baby I'm not mainstream
No shadiness no backstreets
Just waviness and mad heat
Smoking all this Doja
Weather getting colder
Holder you much closer
Beautiful all over
Damn you getting older
Damn you getting finer
Damn you getting thicker
Shit I might just hit you
You a summer dress mess
And you looking so fresh
And a nigga tryna flex on you
You a summer dress mess
And you looking so fresh
And a nigga tryna flex on you
You a summer dress mess
And you looking so fresh
And a nigga tryna flex on you
You a summer dress mess
And you looking so fresh
And a nigga tryna flex on you
With them eyes on you
And them thighs on you
You & I so true
You & I so true
Yeah
I don't think I told you
Reminiscing on the old you
I don't wanna say I told you
I just wanna meet the old you
Whine pon me baby
Girl I got my eyes on you lately
Pop and lock and drop it for me baby
Girl you know your body got me moving wavy
You a summer dress mess
And you looking so fresh
And a nigga tryna flex on you
Yeah you a summer dress mess
And you looking so fresh
And a nigga tryna flex on you
With them eyes on you
And them thighs on you
You and I so true
You & I so true