[Jack Harlow]
If you want it you can have it, that my old style
Moving through the night just like an coy-
-Yote, low profile, sippin´ something, got my piss lookin´ like the Oh-hi

Push it ´til it´s broke down
Somethin´ like my momma when I take the bag home to her
Con all this talkin´ like some connoisseurs
If you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewers
She the one I wrote this song for
And she put it on while she puttin´ on the contour
Phone calls from the concourse
Long way from home and that pussy what I long for
But, for now I´m on the clock
Give myself off to you right before I knock
Once I´m back home, then you know it´s young Joc
We gon´ set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock
I´m a uhh, big shot
I can´t eat it cold, so I hope this shit´s hot
I can´t eat the leftovers out the Ziploc

It´s a mental thing for me, I can´t really explain it
I know we´re friends, but it feel like we datin´ sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain´t really hot ´til I´m pacin´ around
And I´m pacin´ right now
Yeah, this shit knockin´
And she, and she, she tryin´ give noggin (Ooh!)
Tryin´ show the youngin´ what the the tip top is
But see me, I´m just tryin´ see what the drip drop is
Hit it once, she say that we been talkin´
I don´t mind, I´m enjoyin´ the company
And it´s validatin´ for me, fill the void I been strugglin´ with

I rock a soldier out of Troy when I´m bussin´ this shit
It´s an infection I avoid, I been wantin´ a kid
But, I been flip floppin´
Indecisive how I´m tryin´ get poppin´ (Ooh!)
Plain cheeseburger, I don´t get toppin´
Chauncey tryin´ show me what the crip walk is

[CyHi The Prynce]
CyHi, yeah
Drip droppin´
Call the maintenance man, I don´t fix faucets
Smoke is strong, came quick coughin´
Valentino with the Louis, boy, I make sauces
Big bosses over here, girl, I´m Rick Rossin´
Big toppin´ with the cheese [?]
She like my last CD, I guess she disc jockey
Spokin´ word over bass, I be grid lockin´

She was bad so I had to take the bitch shoppin´
Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick tockin´
Hurry up before my dick soften
She put the panties on backwards, got her criss crossin´
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan so I hit her with the eggplant
Her daddy rich so I´m [?] man
Vetements Gucci headband
She said I´m better than her ex man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl you talkin´ like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, I´m your bestfriend
Shhh, quit talkin´
I just wanna´ know what the drip drop is
I pull her hair, girl I rip stockins´
If you ain´t fuckin´ with me, you can kick rocks then

Never take the hat off, boy, I´m Kid Rockin´
She said I´m sorry, I don´t get that type of dick often
Honey gold diggin´, hope you tryin´ to pick pocket
So I´m swip swappin´
Got a thick chocolate
Little chick from the market, caught her wrist wathcin´
Now we at the crib and we binge watcin´
I´m straight forward on some Chris Rock shit
I´m just tryin´ see what the drip drop is