(Ooh, Guala Da Gawd made this)
This shit sound crazy
What's that tune on there?
(Yeah) I don't even wanna go back home
Yeah

Look she got it all and a bag of chips and a heated route
She been fucking with me, gettin' tea, she in love now
She said the ones before me, said "Smvvth, they don't even count"
Smoke a lot of weed so we don't really be stressing out
Late night undressing, let her ride the lethal weapon (yeah)
We going back and forth like it's tug of war
Her phone ringing, that was you and she press ignore
A iPad, she hit you back like she dozed off that's how she play it off
Play the player, got it straight to code, dawg (facts)
I'm just a young nigga to help your bitch take her clothes off (yup)
In that black Benz, push button, that's how I drove off (skrrt)
She the baddest out her friends, nigga, that's that special cloth
She make it clap without using her hands, no guidance
But I'ma lead the way, baby, come follow your man
I do what I want and they do what they can (yup)
And it's the bat not Bruce, but, baby, I'm the man

You got it, girl, you got it (I doubt it, yeah)
You got it, girl, you got it

It's been a hot girl summer, you been wilding
Put you in the Hills in a Wagon (yeah)
Body like a '96 classic
Baby, you know I can make it happen
Make it clap, handstand, no practice
Baby, you a diva, you know all in the fashion
You got it bad, yeah, just like Michael Jackson
You been poppin' shit just to get reactions
City girls they don't ever need no guidance
Me and Smvvth turnin' up at the function (function)
Rollin' up, blowing gas when she want bitch
But I promise you, baby, that you don't want this
(That you don't want this)

You got it, girl, you got it (ayy, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it