WTD

[Intro]

We missed you, Faygo

(I miss you, Bryce)

(Lil Flexer got that fire)

(Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?)

[Chorus]

I could get with that, but I'd rather not

Pull up in a drop-top with that fucking guap

She like what happened to me, she not used to this

She's a stupid bitch, she like taking stupid dick

Baby, throw it back and I'ma throw you a tip

Can't nobody feel me, nigga, I cannot feel

She in her feels while I'm keeping it real

Run up on me and get something spilled

Money calling, like what's the deal?

Bitches calling, what's the deal?

She like nothing fabricated

She looking for something real

[Verse]

Lil nigga don't rushing inna life 'cause time matters

I could take that ho soul if I smile at her

Yeah, Lil Faygo don't really talk, I don't chatter

And the less you say, the more you do, get your pockets fatter (Yessirki)

Don't know what I'm feeling, wanna feel that with you