Should I hit then quit? I don’t know
She really ride dick like a pro
I feel so good when I come
But I feel like shit when I go
We way too different I know
She like her hair pulled and my grip on her throat
Might shoot some kids in her, whoa
Bodies pressed close
Hips moving slow and her tits getting groped
She takes my mind off my stress
We getting high off of sex
We getting drunk to remember what love is
Then we getting high to forget
She be supplying the best drugs
I always fiend for the next buzz
I left my last bitch with less trust
She made me forget who my ex was, damn wait

I left my city but all of my problems came with me
All of my problems came with me
She looking pretty she promised she’d always be with me
Promised she’d always be with me
Gone off the whiskey
Gone off the Dom Perignon and I’m gone off the gone off the sticky
We could be Bobby and Whitney
Every girl feel like the last girl I swear this is honestly trippy
Father forgive me I know not what I do
I’m just a man tryna figure shit out
Been fuckin up since like way before high school
Don’t even know what I’m tripping about
Should put my fist in my mouth
But I still got visions of clout
She got my heart in her hand
And she just been ripping it, ripping it, ripping it out