[Intro]
Hey babe
I miss you
Wait, what?
You are crazy
I mean, I'm ready when you are

[Verse 1]
Stunt when I walk through
My baby don't jump for no come through's
I'm blunt when I want you
Hit once quick runtz I could talk to
Think I'm capping, bitch I don't have friends
She got on Rag pants, it's from her last man
Sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin
That ain't my business, I ain't asking
I know you want a n***a with his head screwed fully on
Lay the outfit on the bed 'fore I put it on
If I bring her through I got my friends yelling put me on
If you let her go and then I get it then it's good as gone
I say
Same choppa just a different issue
And I don't like the way the n***a did you
It's only right to make the split official
Is if you take it with you
[Chorus]
Say, we should rob your ex n***a, ex n***a
I'm talking bout that n***a, that n***a
Need a n***a who gon' step witcha, step witcha
Not a n***a that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex n***a, yes n***a
I don't like the way he texting ya
44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a n***a who gon' step witcha
In broad day, broad day light

[Verse 2]
I'm popping but I might just take a picture ayo
I'm single but I might just do it witcha ayo
My choppa but she cock it like she miss it ayo
My profit but I might get her the richard ayo
Stamped for me, she run them bands for me
And now she wanna throw this g-lock in her gram story
Couple hoopers in her comments getting cute for it
Two pointers, n***a do me foul then we can shoot for it
Ay, I'd die for the guys
Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes
Take a n***a watch, don't die for the ice
Plus you know that shit gon' look fly on my live, mhmm
You ain't pay her no mind, n***a
You was flexing knowing that she mine, n***a
And she was running that shit back to mine, n***a
And we got you lined, n***a
[Chorus]
Say, we should rob your ex n***a, ex n***a
I'm talking bout that n***a, that n***a
Need a n***a who gon' step witcha, step witcha
Not a n***a that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex n***a, yes n***a
I don't like the way he texting ya
44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a n***a who gon' step witcha
In broad day, broad day light