Fuck, damn
Man, that shit seemed real
I just had a crazy-ass dream, shit crazy, I´ma tell you about it, though
(Keem, you wrong for that one), uh

Let me tell you ´bout this bitch I met, bitch sweet like a peppermint
Body, she on Coke bottle, damn, this bitch here heaven-sent
Found the bitch on IG, DM´d her like, "Who you fuckin´ with?"
She replied, "Nobody," I´m like, "Can we go on us a date and shit?"
She replied like, "Okay, cool," I´m like damn, she with it, with it
Now it´s time to get my shit cleaned up, ain´t have one in a minute
8 p.m. the link-up time, almost time to go get litty
She done sent the addy to her crib, this bitch stay in the city
Now she got me second guessin´, over there, that shit get wicked

Should I drive to the bitch or let the lil´ bitch come and get me?
I was contemplatin´ should I take a risk ridin´ with the switchy?
I don´t want the bitch get my lo´ and I don´t wanna have to ride back with it
Crackers snatchin´ shit off the stroll, I ain´t tryna go get no sentence
Fuck it, I can´t die tonight, I gotta ride with one of my glizzys
Fuck it, I go pick her up
Walk outside lookin´ like Megan Thee Stallion, this bitch here thick as fuck
Waist on skinny, petite, real pretty, titties sittin´ up
And she got her lips done, lookin´ like she want the dick to suck
If she give me that vibe tonight, I swear to God I´ma finish her

But, nah, let me handle up
She ain´t never fucked with no boss nigga, so me, I´ma send her up
She thought we was slidin´ barber truck, bae, this a Bentley truck
Tryna flex on all her friends with the phone, but they ain´t pickin´ up
Made a right on Sunny Isles
Crackers´ll take your ass to jail so, bae, I gotta slow it down
Told her to play "I Want You" by Boston Richey, she bust out in smiles
Sure won´t buy you Tory Burch, you fuck me good, might bust you down
Baby gotta hold it down
Pull up to the restaurant
Smokin´ big blunts, told her don´t be shy, I see the best in her

Walk with confidence, you got a rich nigga standin´ next to you
Can´t be stuntin´ these bitches, they´ll troll you and get the best of you
Now an hour passed by, we done pulled off from the spot we eatin´
She keep textin´ on her phone, I see it say, "Where we meetin´?"
Real player, I play it smooth, I don´t say what I be peepin´
I think she don´t peep the vibe, she done bust out, "Did you see me?"
I say, "What you was talkin´ ´bout?" She like, "Boston, what you mean?"
She say, "I mean, my friend tryna come, you who we tryna please"
Is I´m thinkin´ way too hard or this shit here really easy?

Hope that paper make her go, hope this bitch don´t try to tease me
Fuck it, I´ma take it down, go´n and send your friend the lo´
Perfect timing, I need some rubbers and we passin´ by the store
You know how I fuck around, buy a strong back on the low
Take it back, I´m drinkin´ a Red Bull while walkin´ out the door
Walk out, who the fuck this is?
This bitch thicker than the bitch I got in the car, this bitch like twerk at LIV
This bitch look funny as fuck, this bitch got too many clothes on, what it is?
They say they gon´ take me down and turn me up, I´m all ears
I mean, I ain´t got four legs, but I´ma show a bitch what a dog is

I´m wreckin´ shit, but these bitches don´t even know I don´t play on a ball field, huh
Okay, we walk up in the room, bitches strippin´ off the vert
One rubbin´ my back, the other one grabbin´ my dick like, "Oh yeah, this shit merch"
She like, "You can fuck me hard, go in deep, that shit don´t hurt"
Before I do that, y´all gotta eat it up, bitch, you know what Boston worth?
Okay, now both done dropped the head
Lookin´ up to the sky like I gotta tell my niggas that´s in the feds
One look like the old Trina, one Black as fuck with curls in her head
Bouncin´ on that dick, she screamin´, rock your world up in this bed
I ain´t gon´ lie, I´m goin´ out sad, she got me curlin´ up under the head

One of ´em wouldn´t get all the way undressed
Bitch tryna work her move on me, say, "I suck the dick while I´m fresh"
You would think it´s Halloween, this bitch done popped out with a vest
Damn, I think I need some rest, I´m prayin´ I stay blessed
Crackers done rushed up in my room, jumpin´ up like, "What the fuck?"
They wavin´ guns, shit, I can´t really see, I think I´m gettin´ stuck
It´s so much smoke, lights flashin´, shit, I´m thinkin´ should I go buck?
I grab my shit just to jump out the window, the crackers say, "I´ll wet you up"
What the fuck is goin´ on? How the fuck this shit went up?
Why the fuck y´all got me handcuffed? Why y´all goin´ through all my stuff?

He like, "Mr. Foster, calm down, we´ve been watchin´ you for ten months"
I´m kinda agitated, but I ain´t trippin´, I know this nigga smell like he smoke blunts
"I´ve tried that flavor for a while, sir, you smell exactly just like Runtz"
Look around the room, only nigga talkin´ is one person, the rest ain´t sayin´ nothin´
He ain´t read me my Miranda Rights or search me down or doin´ nothin´
He totin´ a Hi-Point, I´m thinkin´ in my head like, "This shit here a front"
Okay, now I´m finna work my move
They ain´t search me down, he don´t know in my left pocket, I got a tool
They don´t I´m cool with the pistol, swang that bitch like Tom Cruise
Bitch I snatched up first lookin´ at me, givin´ me the eye like, "Don´t work your move"

Gave her the eye back like, "This shit I´m finna do, them pussies can´t even do"