Sloo

Now I'm in your city there ain't nothing new
Run your mouth but you ain't fucking sure
Bitches know what they here for
They wanna turn up but won't fuck [?]
Get high real fast, I drink real slow
Bust it open, can you take it on
From the bathroom to the bedroom floor
We gon roll
Her phone ring, we both ignore

Girl, you looking kind of
Girl, you're so fine
Riding with my niggas, lately
I've been told
You've been on a low
Sipping on that red, wine
Hanging with my niggas, lately

Look, you play with your phone while you chill in the passenger seat of the Benz
I should of been speaking to you from the start but I spoke to your friends
We talked about being at war with yourself and about making amends
And that's when she told me her name I forgot then she told me again
I still couldn't name you girl now I must of been off of the [?]
The arc on your back and the nudes that you send 3am when we sexting
The smile on your face girl I know you like that you said it's the best thing
We were both hurt over different shit but I guess it's a blessing

Your bitch keep calling my name
Talking like you do when you do it the same
Didn't want to know when she come to our shows
Now she see the come up and blowing up my phone