LSL

Aye, yeah yeah

Niggas know it's still Davila szn man
Let 'em know
Hey
Bitches wanna fuck with me 'cause I got options
Bad bitches yeah you know that they some models
Hit the club, yeah you know we popping bottles
Got that Pinot grigio we go full throttle
I don't need no fucking love bitch, I need mac tens
Niggas say they know the vibe, but they was 'capping
Said you fucking with me baby girl what happened
'Cause you ghost no casper
All these niggas know that we've been stacking
All that paper on me, bitch What's bracking
Bitch I came a long way from jacking
They promoting they music, but they stagnant
Baby girl you know you can't tell me how I'ma live
And you did me wrong so you know that I can't forgive
Pick the phone up
Deleting your number, I don't give a shit
All these bitches know that I be out here 'hella militant
And that's facts
Say she fuck with me
Baby I'ma need a rack
Just so I can go ahead and make a couple packs flip
She already know she doing back flips
She in her bedroom losing her mind
And she love me 'cause I'm on my grind
She 'gonna come first, but I'm never far behind
And If you don't believe me baby just hit rewind

"Psst" rewind
Darling 'lemme get a 'lil minute your time
Lemme rhyme
Get you out of your mind
Told me if I'm with it, then I'll pull up for the night
Yeah, yeah
And I pull up to the cul-de-sac
High fashion, pricy living then I blow her back
Shawty cheeks blushing 'cause she know I'm talking about her on the track
Thinking about them guys
But, I know their 'rizz is 'hella wack
My love
Keep that mind clear, we on a different vibe, different time, different map
Baby no no no this ain't rap
This is sentimental, this that lightly let me tap
Yeah, yeah
Now I got her thinking
Baby no no no it's not the wine we drinking
That's the conversations, lips up on your neck that got you sinking
Now I'm about the business
And you know you got me linked in
And now we flying
Smile on your face, you ain't lying
This me on the flow I ain't trying
I ain't trying
And now I got you on your back
Yeah, Both your legs up on my traps
Now we sweating, like we running on the track
Now let's go another lap
Yeah, told you I ain't quitting 'till your back gets snapped
Yeah, baby I don't lack
Yeah, go another lap
Yeah, it's wrapped
Shawty run it back



Credits
Writer(s): David Avila
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