Run Me Dry Bryson Tiller

[Verse 1]
I think she love me, 'cause I got the check on me
Wanna spend the day and flex on me
Put a curse and hex on me
Scratch out my name, put the X on me
You should come check on me
Talk dirty and caress on me
Fuck it, might as well get undressed for me
Love how you get that p*ssy wet for me
Put a lot of stress on me
You used to obsess for me
Call the station and request for me
You done went and got a big head on me

[Hook]
You're running me dry
Oh girl, you're running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told her, "Bring it here"
Drop down, pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, I'ma go, go, go
Drop that down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, I'ma go, go, go (Go, let's go)
Oh, you tryna roll
Let's go, let's go, oh yeah
Oh, you're the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her, "Bring it here" (Go, go)
Drop down, pick it up, up, up
Swing it around (Go, go), I'ma go, go, go
Drop that down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (Go, go, go)
Swing it around, I'ma go, go, go (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)