8 Hr. Drive

[Intro] (Don't play with him) [Verse 1] Bitch look better than [?] She said "Papi, can you keep a secret?" She know my lifestyle hella crazy She not Jayda Wayda I'm not Lil Baby Shawty like "Why you being nice to me? How the fuck you even notice me?" She probably think everything I say be cap Only thing I ever talk is facts "I hope you don't got no ulterior motive" Don't think 'bout that when I'm bending you over Don't be getting all crazy, control your emotions Ass so fat, how your jeans holding? I need you to drive, I hope you don't mind it She know I'm dirty and don't got no license I be busy, baby busy too But she don't makе shit difficult I had a bad day, get me in the mood Damn baby, how you gеt so fine? She say "Papi, I still can't believe you mine" She said "I ain't your ex, I'mma hold it down" Seen a video, was doing the cutest shit Shawty far from a stupid bitch 'Bout my bitch I'll shoot a bitch My bitch know exactly what the fuck it is She know I'm lit with the music shit [Interlude] Let me ask you sumn' What's up? You really fuck with my music? Yeah! Like, forreal forreal? Like, forreal forreal, I been fucking with your music [Verse 2] I pull up in a penny Don't wanna meet your family They wouldn't understand me, gone say I'm too damn street This a widebody, that's why I'm taking up the damn street Baby know I'm cutthroat, she still gone fuck with me though She probably think I just wanna fuck I would've said that if I just wanted to fuck Get in your head that, baby I'm not one of them But I can't lie, baby you got what I want When I pull up, baby the trunk in the front Push a button one time in this bitch and get gone I cop for my bitch up in Christian Dior Spend a bag on my bitch, she can get what she wants My bitch wanna show out in the strip club Ain't no bitch in this strip club badder then her [Outro] Like, forreal forreal, I been fucking with your music Like, forreal forreal, I been fucking with your music Like, forreal forreal, I been fucking with your music