WYO Hit-Boy & SOB X RBE

[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit-Boy
Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
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 slidin' in Mercedes
All this fuckin' smoke in my lungs got me faded
Smokin' 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 gettin' 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 tradin'

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
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