Bestie Conscience (San Antonio)

[Intro]
(I know that it's mine)
(Mine, mine, mine)
(I know that it's mine)
(Mine, mine, mine)
(I know that it's mine, mine, mine)
(Mine, mine, mine)
(I know that it's mine, mine, mine)
(Mine, mine)

[Hook]
I slide up in your hoe like a motherfucking jet ski
She told you she's at home, but we boning in the backseat
I tell her this is wrong, and she know, but don't stress, b
'Cause you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"
Yeah, you think she all yours, but she lowkey on my testes
She never wearing clothes in the photos that she text me
I'll claim that I don't know the hoe if you ask me
So you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"

[Verse 1]
Now let me tell you, dawg
Yeah, your dame's mine
She hit my phone up with a call in the late night
Sending me pictures with nothing on
Yeah, nada below the waistline
That's why you on Paused when you and the broad FaceTime
I bet she tell you all day you the one and only
But once you turn the wrong way, she all up on me
It's funny how the broad claims that I'm just a homie
'Cause she be pulling out my driveway every morning!
Ha ha!