Jody & Yvette

[Intro: Propain]

—Geek off the street

You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean

Earn your keep

Regulators, mount up (X.O.)

It was a— (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Propain & KenTheMan]

I'm all in her stomach

Ironically, she run it, but keep hollerin' out, "I'm comin'"

And my phone keep ringin', I ain't stoppin' 'less it's money, got her legs up

Screamin' out, "Baby," like I'm Stunna (What's happenin', ya heard me?)

I got her face down, we change positions

I got a girl at home, so shawty know she ain't my Misses

Matter of fact, if she knew I was bangin' bitches

She'd probably grab the .40—hol' up, man we changin' missions, back to the street

Couldn't find a ass more rounder

Shawty ride stick like a NASCAR driver (Super wet)

She bе tellin' me it's mine whеn I'm inside her

Ain't no feelin's for her though, so I don't mind if she be lyin'

And we ain't even gotta fake it

It's understood the only time we meetin' is when she naked

And my girl at home a keeper, that go without sayin'

But lil' mama do some things with her tongue that drive me crazy, man, goddamn (Nigga, what the fuck?)

[Verse 2: KenTheMan & Propain]

Nigga, where you been at? Said that you was comin' back at two

It's like six in the motherfuckin' mornin', is you stupid, nigga?

I know what you doin', nigga, don't say you with your partners

I watched everybody story, you the only one ain't on it

Is you dumb or just don't give a fuck?

Then always talkin' 'bout I'm trippin' when I'm poppin' up

The fact that you ain't sayin nothin' really say enough

Don't let me find out who that bitch is, I'ma do her tough, you know I'ma fuck her up

I rode for your bitch ass, drove for your bitch ass

When them crackers pulled up on ya, hit the blow for your bitch ass

And now you wanna act like you don't know

I fuck this whole shit up 'fore you play me like a ho, that's some real shit

[Verse 3: Propain & KenTheMan]

Man, there you go trippin', back and forth talkin' 'bout some bitches

I ain't worried 'bout no broads, mane, I'm out here tryna get it

All this gossip from your friends, the same ones without a nigga

(You always tryna change the subject) Damn, you don't ever let me finish

Nigga, you finished at that bitch house, I shoulda put your shit out

'Cause I ain't got the time, go find another bitch to piss off

Girl, you always talkin' shit for nothin', I got money then I slid off

(Nigga, with who?) The ones I'm with to pay this rent off

Nah, nah, nah, nigga, I ain't tryna hear that

Answer my fuckin' question, where the fuck ya ass been at?

All these fuckin' excuses you been comin' with, sayin' that you love a bitch

But really you a dog just like them niggas you be runnin' with

I'm done with you, I ain't tryna do this

Give ya ass a couple chances and you play me like I'm stupid

Nah, I just think this back and forth is useless, come here

(Ugh, get off of me) Damn, why you gotta do this?

You know I got your heart with me, and I ain't tryna lose it

I probably act a fool sometimes, but baby, I ain't foolish

Forever, you exclusive, I—

[Outro: KenTheMan & Propain]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say the same shit over and over again

Now what if I did that shit to you

What?

How the fuck would you feel, nigga?

Man, what you talkin' about, man?

You got me sittin' in this motherfuckin' house thinkin' 'bout you all motherfuckin' night

Not knowin' what the fuck and who the fuck you doin', nigga

'Ight, you know where I'm at

Can't never trust yo' ass

I ahould have never did this shit with you, nigga (Can I, can I talk?)

Can i talk

Treatin' me like I'm some type of ho or somethin'

Must be out your motherfuckin' mind (Can I talk?), I'm done with this shit