Bachelor

[Intro: James Blake] Really (Ah), do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way (Ah) Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way (-Makers) [Chorus: Gunna] Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be callin' your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart Like the trash, you can take it out Quit makin' up shit to complain about She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck, then, we break up We fuck, then, we make up We fuck, then, we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica We fucked at Bojangle We fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar Now you chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors [Verse 1: Gunna] And she fell in love with her neighbor If I hit it once, then I hit it again Face and her body a ten Hair blowin' in the wind Stoppin' in town and I beat that shit down And I'm back on the road again She come on the low with her friends She know I got hoes like I'm Prince They print it, I get it, I count every penny You know I got plenty of Benji's Fuck in that new condominium We on the balcony, we looking over the city She know she gotta come treat the kid just like a bachelor We never showin' no pity You got a business then I gotta be the ambassador We got it started in Philly [Chorus: Gunna] Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be callin' your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart Like the trash, you can take it out Quit makin' up shit to complain about She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck, then, we break up We fuck, then, we make up We fuck, then, we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica We fucked at Bojangle We fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar You chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors [Verse 2: Gunna] Young Gunna got too many flavors, they all sittin' pretty with white on they toes High end designer the clothes Ridin' back of the Rolls (Back of the Rolls) That my lil' yat, I love fuckin' her face (Yeah) When it come to that throat, she GOAT (She GOAT) She swallowin' all of it, she don't choke (Don't choke) I'm pullin' up on her for sure (For sure) I peep that she want it, ain't give you no warnin' We always gon' fuck if she horny Had a few shots and I took her right back to the spot And I gave her the dick 'til the mornin' (Dick 'til the mornin') She like a shirt, I been flippin' her inside and out, our sex'll never get borin' (Get borin') She said she think about me every time I leave out She need to keep on recordin' [Chorus: Gunna] Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be callin' your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart Like the trash, you can take it out Quit makin' up shit to complain about She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck, then, we break up We fuck, then, we make up We fuck, then, we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica We fucked at Bojangle We fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar You chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors [Outro: James Blake] (Run that back Turbo) Really (Ah), do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way (Ah) Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to say it's two-way