[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
(Drop off my own, DLo)
I can't even picture bein' pop again
Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, not again
I'm from New York, but I'm never rockin' Timbs
She caught me fuckin' with her friend
And after that, we never spoke again
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Last time we fucked
I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time
Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
I forgot to tell you I was high, but I want you really bad, right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots
Then it's over for you, then we'd crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice
[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
It's okay if they jealous, we got double-R umbrellas
In a Lamborghini, don't know if it's Urus or it's yours
Bitches only want Margielas, they just don't know how to tell us
It ain't trickin' if you got it (Got it), but it's tricky so I got it on me
Two .22s in my shoes like I'm Biggie
Got the shotty on my lap, where the fuck is Ricky goin'?
Big body Bentley rollin' (Woo), ass and titties (Sheesh)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up to the gym, I had the Jimmy
Police tryna get me, I'm like, "So what if I'm grippy'd up?"
Lil' broski ain't a killer, they ask why I call him Killy
No SIM card on my phone, keep a semi automatically
I'd rather get caught with it than without it
Niggas mad at me and I know it's my fault, but I can't help it
If she's bad-bad, mad, baddies around me, we on everything
And honestly, I only pick you up because you pretty (Pretty)
And I'm picky (Picky), let you pick out (Pick out), VVS's if you— (Woo)
Baby girl, don't wait for it, love me now
Now I got twenty-one questions for you
(Drop off my own, DLo)
I can't even picture bein' pop again
Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, not again
I'm from New York, but I'm never rockin' Timbs
She caught me fuckin' with her friend
And after that, we never spoke again
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Last time we fucked
I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time
Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
I forgot to tell you I was high, but I want you really bad, right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots
Then it's over for you, then we'd crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice
[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
It's okay if they jealous, we got double-R umbrellas
In a Lamborghini, don't know if it's Urus or it's yours
Bitches only want Margielas, they just don't know how to tell us
It ain't trickin' if you got it (Got it), but it's tricky so I got it on me
Two .22s in my shoes like I'm Biggie
Got the shotty on my lap, where the fuck is Ricky goin'?
Big body Bentley rollin' (Woo), ass and titties (Sheesh)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up to the gym, I had the Jimmy
Police tryna get me, I'm like, "So what if I'm grippy'd up?"
Lil' broski ain't a killer, they ask why I call him Killy
No SIM card on my phone, keep a semi automatically
I'd rather get caught with it than without it
Niggas mad at me and I know it's my fault, but I can't help it
If she's bad-bad, mad, baddies around me, we on everything
And honestly, I only pick you up because you pretty (Pretty)
And I'm picky (Picky), let you pick out (Pick out), VVS's if you— (Woo)
Baby girl, don't wait for it, love me now
Now I got twenty-one questions for you
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