(Chrous: Amir Latran)
You know I’m sipping it slow, I do not want you to go (no, no, no)
You know I’m sipping it slow, I do not want you to go (oh baby)
I just wanna take you home, I just wanna take you home (ah)
Your boyfriend he don’t gotta know for real, your boyfriend he don’t gotta know
We can keep it on the low for real, we can keep it on the low (aah)
Shawty, I can’t be your boyfriend but you can still hit my phone
Hit me when you tryna talk for real, hit me when you tryna fuck for real
Hit me when you tryna talk for real, hit me when you tryna fuck for real

(verse 1: Amir Latran)
Let me pour that drink slow-mo for you
Put me in your boat, I stroke for you
And you know I’m fucking with your campaign, run for president, I vote for you
Don’t know whos running game on who, hope you not confused what I wanna do
Tryna make the bed er-er and the put that pussy in the ER
Ah I’m trippin’ if shawty worth it then you know I’m tippin’
I don’t mean money please don’t be confused, I really mean that I might put the tip in
I know what you sippin’, don’t I make you horny? Be my Marge Simpson and I be your homie
Don’t dump your boyfriend cus I’m just the sidepiece, you should come fuck with a Pisces
For real

(Chrous: Amir Latran)
You know I’m sipping it slow, I do not want you to go (no, no, no)
You know I’m sipping it slow, I do not want you to go (oh baby)
I just wanna take you home, I just wanna take you home (ah)
Your boyfriend he don’t gotta know for real, your boyfriend he don’t gotta know
We can keep it on the low for real, we can keep it on the low (aah)
Shawty, I can’t be your boyfriend but you can still hit my phone
Hit me when you tryna talk for real, hit me when you tryna fuck for real
Hit me when you tryna talk for real, hit me when you tryna fuck for real
(verse 2: Elijah from the Mills)
Hit me when you tryna fuck, drop a four up in the cup
I might put you on the drugs, I can’t even show you love
Glizzy on me keep it tucked, n***as round me know what’s up
Keep the work up in the trunk
I might have to call the plug, all my shooters out for blood, wet his block it’s like a flood ay
I might have to call them savages, wrap the work in them packages
Call my phone, it ain’t a accident, know you tired of the average, beat the pussy like I’m mad at it
I’m just tryna keep it real, foreign when I grip the wheel hey, hey
Fuck how n***as really feel, cus I’m clutching on the steel

(Chrous: Amir Latran)
You know I’m sipping it slow, I do not want you to go (no, no, no)
You know I’m sipping it slow, I do not want you to go (oh baby)
I just wanna take you home, I just wanna take you home (ah)
Your boyfriend he don’t gotta know for real, your boyfriend he don’t gotta know

(Outro: Amir Latran)
We can keep it on the low for real, we can keep it on the low (aah)
Shawty, I can’t be your boyfriend but you can still hit my phone
Hit me when you tryna talk for real, hit me when you tryna fuck for real
Hit me when you tryna talk for real, hit me when you tryna fuck for real