Twenty

Insecure weirdo You're a very strange person, and you will never change Your broke ass really think you have another chance with me Huh Not even with all that Not even with all the money in the fucking world Enjoy hell, loser Cook up, Mason Miss Blaze Let me talk to em' Uh, yeah Real nice, real nasty Like this Bitch, I'm 20, and they just gave me my license I can't even drive yet You talking first cars, I want the keys to a Vette' The seats the color of bread Got it straight off the lot, ready to beat up the blocks Like really just beat up the block He tryna' fuck I call it Tom Ford You know that I keep it on lock He telling secrets He tryna meet me tomorrow I tell him to eat it, can't beat it He got the gas He telling me to just roll it If I roll, I puff and won't pass I'm sipping on silver My bitches, they drinking on white, tryna' get lit for the night Baccarat for the smell, blinging patek on the wrist It might just be me on the dick He tryna' know bout' my backend He wanna' beat from the backend Do you give hood head You be fucking in the beds Nigga, spit out the question you asking Is you asking to fuck on a boss bitch Finding Nemo ass hoe, she a lost bitch Got my ex telling me that I'm pressure Waffle House, pussy All-star special! He heard I'm real nice, real nasty My hair to ass cheeks Showing a nigga I'm gone How you fumble the bag, bitch I'm shaking my ass My foot on gas 200 the dash, I passed it Her pussy not better than mine I'm only getting drinks if he buying He calling my phone, I'm swiping his card But only one getting declined I told I'm 20, and they just gave me my license I can't even drive yet I'm drinking on white I done got lit for the night It ain't even five yet If a bitch say it's up, I hope she done made up her mind Cause' it's nice day for the crime I'm only 20, and I got bitches so mad That's period, I'm handing out pads They taking notes My bitches, they driving the boat Strong liquor be hitting they throat They say I'm a goat not billy but really a goat They love how I'm stopping a show I had to remember, that I'm still the coldest in the winter My birthday like right in September I guess I'm a virgo You know that I'm bringing the heat I love how he cooked up the beat Like wow, this is the thing about these new age boys Like boys are not giving it to us like how they should give it to us At this point, we have to be our own boy They don't be having money and be lame The looks but no game We're on our own I fear Yeah He heard I'm real nice, real nasty My hair to ass cheeks Showing a nigga I'm gone How you fumble the bag, bitch I'm shaking my ass My foot on gas 200 the dash, I passed it They want the realest, they get me Tryna' fuck for a feature that ain't the fee I got the looks, and he tryna' fuck I told he better not ask me Bitch, I'm 20, and they just gave me my license I can't even drive yet You talking first cars, I want the keys to a Vette' The seats the color of bread Got it straight off the lot, ready to beat up the blocks Like really just beat up the block He tryna' fuck I call it Tom Ford You know that I keep it on lock He telling secrets He tryna meet me tomorrow I tell him to eat it, can't beat it He got the gas He telling me to just roll it If I roll, I puff and won't pass I'm sipping on silver My bitches, they drinking on white, tryna' get lit for the night Baccarat for the smell, blinging patek on the wrist It might just be me on the dick It might just be me on the dick