Thoughtless
Yuh
I gotta' think less
Maybe go drink more
Ay yo
Baby get undressed
Ay oh
Baby just unless
Ay yo
Callin' my phone and I really don't need that
Baby I really don't need no feedback, yuh
Sliding in my zone and I really don't see that
Snakes in the grass and I really gotta' weed wack
Ima pull it fast got one hundred on the dash
We can do the fuckin' math ho why you bein' rash every time
Ay oh
I be runnin' up ballin'
Today bro
Ay oh
Got your girlfriend callin'
On my phone
Ay oh (Oh)
Yeah
Ay (Ay)
Yeah, yeah
Goin' straight to hell god dammin' me yuh
Do it for the bros or the family yuh
No check, not money, not grenadine yuh
Don't be switchin' up you an enemy yuh
Got a lot of fair-weather friends
That I know that they all pretend
I been waitin' at the edge now
I been spinnin' in my head now
Don't retort
No I don't respond
Because all along
They just lead me on
To think sum' was right
But yeah sum' was wrong
I got tipped off
And now I'm pissed off
I got lift-off in my brain
I'm boutta' take the jet
Gotta' chop that top off
Callin' for the sex
Right after she cock block
And she want it quick
Like she goin' like "chop-chop"
Used to shorter dick
Dating down like a drop-shot
(Ooh)
Say, baby
Oh come right back with me
You ain't gotta' talk too much
Oh we can just go play oh
Oh as you love to say oh
Everyday oh
I know else of what you want baby come over to me (Yuh)
I gotta' think less
Maybe go drink more
Ay yo
Baby get undressed
Ay oh
Baby just unless
Ay yo
Callin' my phone and I really don't need that
Baby I really don't need no feedback, yuh
Sliding in my zone and I really don't see that
Snakes in the grass and I really gotta' weed wack
Ima pull it fast got one hundred on the dash
We can do the fuckin' math ho why you bein' rash every time
Ay oh
I be runnin' up ballin'
Today bro
Ay oh
Got your girlfriend callin'
On my phone
Ay oh (Oh) (Yeah)
Yeah
Ay (Yeah) (Ay)
Yeah, yeah
Gotta' speed callin'
Gotta' speed dialin'
Runnin' my phone
I don't really know
I'm never alone
Geeze gonna' be right next to me
She just go to be textin' me
She just said to me, sent to me
So many nudes at the same time, four
I don't really want that
If you got the super soaker you gotta' flaunt that
Ay, ay (Spendin' on a check)
Yeah, yeah
Get it with a tec yeah, yeah
You the one next yeah, yeah
Don't mind my flex yeah, yeah
I won't forget nah, nah
Shoulda' stopped at stop signs
Whatcha' got is not mine
But I don't really need that
Don't be sitting at my table no feedback
(Ooh)
Say, baby
Oh come right back with me
You ain't gotta' talk too much
Oh we can just go play oh
Oh as you love to say oh
Everyday oh
I know else of what you want baby come over to me (Yuh)
I gotta' think less
Maybe go drink more
Ay yo
Baby get undressed
Ay oh
Baby just unless
Ay yo
Callin' my phone and I really don't need that
Baby I really don't need no feedback, yuh
Sliding in my zone and I really don't see that
Snakes in the grass and I really gotta' weed wack
Ima pull it fast got one hundred on the dash
We can do the fuckin' math ho why you bein' rash every time
Ay oh
I be runnin' up ballin'
Today bro
Ay oh
Got your girlfriend callin'
On my phone
Ay oh (Oh) (Yeah)
Yeah
Ay (Yeah) (Ay)
Yeah, yeah
I gotta' think less
Maybe go drink more
Ay yo
Baby get undressed
Ay oh
Baby just unless
Ay yo
Callin' my phone and I really don't need that
Baby I really don't need no feedback, yuh
Sliding in my zone and I really don't see that
Snakes in the grass and I really gotta' weed wack
Ima pull it fast got one hundred on the dash
We can do the fuckin' math ho why you bein' rash every time
Ay oh
I be runnin' up ballin'
Today bro
Ay oh
Got your girlfriend callin'
On my phone
Ay oh (Oh)
Yeah
Ay (Ay)
Yeah, yeah
Goin' straight to hell god dammin' me yuh
Do it for the bros or the family yuh
No check, not money, not grenadine yuh
Don't be switchin' up you an enemy yuh
Got a lot of fair-weather friends
That I know that they all pretend
I been waitin' at the edge now
I been spinnin' in my head now
Don't retort
No I don't respond
Because all along
They just lead me on
To think sum' was right
But yeah sum' was wrong
I got tipped off
And now I'm pissed off
I got lift-off in my brain
I'm boutta' take the jet
Gotta' chop that top off
Callin' for the sex
Right after she cock block
And she want it quick
Like she goin' like "chop-chop"
Used to shorter dick
Dating down like a drop-shot
(Ooh)
Say, baby
Oh come right back with me
You ain't gotta' talk too much
Oh we can just go play oh
Oh as you love to say oh
Everyday oh
I know else of what you want baby come over to me (Yuh)
I gotta' think less
Maybe go drink more
Ay yo
Baby get undressed
Ay oh
Baby just unless
Ay yo
Callin' my phone and I really don't need that
Baby I really don't need no feedback, yuh
Sliding in my zone and I really don't see that
Snakes in the grass and I really gotta' weed wack
Ima pull it fast got one hundred on the dash
We can do the fuckin' math ho why you bein' rash every time
Ay oh
I be runnin' up ballin'
Today bro
Ay oh
Got your girlfriend callin'
On my phone
Ay oh (Oh) (Yeah)
Yeah
Ay (Yeah) (Ay)
Yeah, yeah
Gotta' speed callin'
Gotta' speed dialin'
Runnin' my phone
I don't really know
I'm never alone
Geeze gonna' be right next to me
She just go to be textin' me
She just said to me, sent to me
So many nudes at the same time, four
I don't really want that
If you got the super soaker you gotta' flaunt that
Ay, ay (Spendin' on a check)
Yeah, yeah
Get it with a tec yeah, yeah
You the one next yeah, yeah
Don't mind my flex yeah, yeah
I won't forget nah, nah
Shoulda' stopped at stop signs
Whatcha' got is not mine
But I don't really need that
Don't be sitting at my table no feedback
(Ooh)
Say, baby
Oh come right back with me
You ain't gotta' talk too much
Oh we can just go play oh
Oh as you love to say oh
Everyday oh
I know else of what you want baby come over to me (Yuh)
I gotta' think less
Maybe go drink more
Ay yo
Baby get undressed
Ay oh
Baby just unless
Ay yo
Callin' my phone and I really don't need that
Baby I really don't need no feedback, yuh
Sliding in my zone and I really don't see that
Snakes in the grass and I really gotta' weed wack
Ima pull it fast got one hundred on the dash
We can do the fuckin' math ho why you bein' rash every time
Ay oh
I be runnin' up ballin'
Today bro
Ay oh
Got your girlfriend callin'
On my phone
Ay oh (Oh) (Yeah)
Yeah
Ay (Yeah) (Ay)
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Daniel Moog, Max Burkhardt, Kerry Wolff
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