Beckham Baby Tate

[Intro]
Don't be hittin' me up talkin' 'bout you wanna "kick it"
I know exaaactly what you tryna do, boy! (Kick it!)

[Verse 1]
He say he wanna kick it, he just asking for the digits but I know
Put it down and flip it 'cause I know you tryna hit it on the low (On the low)
What do I tell them (Boy, bye)
What do I tell them (Boy, bye)
Boy I'm not buying anything you sellin' (Boy, bye)
You think you Casanova, don't ya?
But I know that you tryna bend me over

[Chorus]
(You wanna kick it) Wanna kick it (Boy, you ain't low)
(I think you flexin') Tryna visit (I already know)
(I know you wanna) I know you wanna bend me over like Beckham (Bend it over)
(Bend it over like Beckham)
Tryna bend me over like Beckham (Bend it over)
(You wanna kick it) Wanna kick it (Boy, you ain't low)
(I think you flexin') Tryna visit (I already know)
(I know you wanna) I know you wanna bend me over like Beckham (Bend it over)
(Bend it over like Beckham)
Tryna bend me over like Beckham (Bend it over)

[Verse 2]
Now do I look like I ball for the JV soccer team?
I peeped your whole philosophy, just call me Socrates
(I know how this goes but no)
Man, I can't even go like that
Can't believe you thought I was a ho like that
I mean, I am, but damn, address me properly
Boy, come correct, don't flex
Call collect, don't text
I don't want no threads
Keeping receipts on what I said
If I said I wanted you, I prolly was teasin'
Try a little harder, it ain't gonna be easy
Come here, baby, tell me what the hell was you thinkin'?
You know all the boys call me hell for a reason (You hell)