(Mustard on the beat, hoe)
Habits, manners
Habitual antics
And interesting patterns
You tell me it's late, that I should slide
But we all know what sliding on the late-night is
Don't get it f- up, I'm no one's side b-, yeah
Don't get it f- up, I know what you like
I know what you like
Like Thursday, I throw it back
Nightly I ride like bike
A.m., I got somewhere to be
So it's 'bout that time
You're the suit
Dress it up
This ain't real
But we can make it look like something
I still call
When it's late
We can smoke
Yeah, we can smoke
Yeah, we can drink
And I'll still put points up in the paint
I'll still pull up on you
And I'll still act like this shit ain't fucked up
'Cause I know this not you
This not you
That's not you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah ayy
You ask me
"How do I do say it's base
If I'm always in and out when I try to skate?"
I left you messages, you know that's not the case (oh)
I sent you messages, you know it's my fault
You never reply
Anytime, you 'round somebody
You not the type that'll sit and try to be cool
When a situation come up
You are more the type to be cold when it isn't you
And I'm more the type to get f- up
Call you for a good time
'Cause I'll take what I can get when it isn't real
Oh, honestly
You're the suit
Dress it up
This ain't real
But we can make it look like something
I still call
When it's late
We can smoke
Yeah, we can smoke
Yeah, we can drink
You the suit (you the suit)
Dress it up (dress it up)
This ain't real (this ain't real)
But we can make it look like something (oh, oh)
I still call (I still call)
When it's late (when it's late)
We can smoke
Yeah, we can smoke
Yeah, we can drink
And I'll still put points up in the paint
I'll still pull up on you
And I'll still act like this sh- ain't f- up
'Cause I know this not you