Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit-Boy
Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on
Yeah, if you ain't know
All my niggas with the shit if you ain't know
If it ain't about a bag, then I can't go
I know your nigga wanna be me,
Tell him take notes
200 on the dash, you gon' drive a nigga crazy
We can't even talk, dumb bitch, 'less you pay me
She was in the Bimmer
I was sliding in Mercedes
All this fuckin' smoke in my lungs got me faded
Smoking to the neck, if I roll it, I'ma face it
She wanna get to know me, tryna start a conversation
She know I'm getting money
I look better 'cause I'm famous
My niggas in the field
We don't do the entertainment
My diamonds really real
We don't do the imitation
I promise I'ma go and get this bag and won't break it
Thought you was smilin' out there in that whip until we paint it
Still with the same team, ain't no trading
Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on
'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
I'm just tryna get high
Tryna see what you on
Lil baby, what you on?
Throw her ass a piece,
Now she fiending for some more
We can take a trip to wherever, let's go
Pussy so fat it won't fit in the thong
Thought it was a game 'til I pulled up in a Ghost
You fuckin' with a lame 'til I got his ass gone
Pussy so good, had to put it in a song
Pussy so good, I ain't wanna do you wrong
Been ignoring all my calls
Tell me what you want
Even I ain't at the house,
I still want you home
And I know we been movinG fast
But can you fuck me slow?
Designer on her purses while I tote the pole
And she look dead in my eye when she suck the soul
Told her everything about me, still ain't nothin' told
I got her high off this dick
She done took a dose
And I'ma tell it how it is
Ain't no sugar coat
Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on
'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
I'm just tryna get high

Tryna see what you on