[Chorus: Wiley]
She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"
Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone
When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO
She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo
[Verse 1: Wiley]
You come across shy in bed, you're sick
You give me the pussy, I give you the dick
You got me puttin' in work [?]
Oh yeah, bounce and grind on this bed, it's lit
She said she wanna take full control
Make me sweat, i start to feel cold
Draw for the towel and i wipe my forehead, wipe my chеst
Throw the towel to the sidе, then i start sucking on breast
[Chorus: Wiley]
She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"
Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone
When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO
She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo
[Verse 2: Wiley]
She said she want me to hit it from the back
Doggy my girl with style, it's a fact
Grabbing her arse with the firmest grip
Man start acting like a pornstar, don't know where i learned this shit
She said she wanna fuck so come to the yard
Hurry up, you know she don't like to get parred
Step to the yard like, "Babe, let me link"
She said, "No way, Jose, follow my plan"
She got my going all over the house she wanna get freaky
Told her, gotta be careful, you nearly knocked down the TV
Now she wanna draw for the tables and she wanna draw for the chairs
Then she grabbed my hand, leading me up the stairs
[Chorus: Wiley]
She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"
Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone
When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO
She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo
[Verse 3]
Kiss her lips and sip from the bottle
She's loves i'm a rockstar, rapper, and a model
I'm hers all night then i'm gone tomorrow
Give her the ting that she can't live without, spread her open and dig it out
Uh, then it's back to the grind cuh onna dat when i got time i'ma holla back
Me i'm bout mine, 'bout dollar cash but still you got hella ass
So i'ma ring your line when i'm hella frash, come 'round with wine from my cellar stash
Give you that ting like [?], you leave the room all hella trashed, yeah, that's me
[Chorus: Wiley]
She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"
Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone
When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO
She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo
[Verse 4]
Two Fs and a bloodclot S
Couldn't give a F 'bout no bloodclot sket
Correct, it's legs that I fucking spread
Get chicks wet in the bedsheet, enter left
Get dressed, put on my kick 2 set
Villains who could get back to the ends
Swift exit, never text her again like, "Holla"
Next week, see me flex with her friends
No stress now 'cause I'm besting with them
Sharing is caring (Sharing is caring)
[?] come and check me again
Can't let that shit mess with my head
[Chorus: Wiley]
She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"
Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone
When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO
She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo
