[Chorus: Keke Palmer & Dreezy]
I don't know what he thinking 'cause he came from the bando
He done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
'Cause he see me in the movies in L.A. on the boulevard
He got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I don't know what he thinking 'cause he say he from the hood
He done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Last night, this lame-ass n***a tried to play me (It's Dreez)
Done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)

[Verse 1: Dreezy]
No n***a, no problems
I wonder now you gotta see the money pile up
Gotta see me on the islands
Get a little away and n***as tellin' you a wilin'
(What the fuck she got on?)
Look, I'm single, so what you talking about?
You be goin' after bitches that be stalking the clout
Look, that shit dead, I'm chalking 'em out
They come in like they running shit, I end up walking 'em out (Bye)

[Verse 2: Keke Palmer]
N***a running game
Shawty, I'm a twenty-two-year-old boss
Caught up in my fame
Want me to be the girlfriend, not me
We could do the whole thing, n***a, I freak
But I ain't got time for your fake nicknames
Don't call me love (Say that shit)
But every time that I'm in town, you wanna bitch down with me
Come through, smoke some, so you can dick down in me
Run up in the store when you know you ain't gon' buy shit
I'm in that G-Wagon Benz (Laid back)
Been made my own money since the A track
N***a say he a owner, but he pull up like a customer
Me and my bitches at each other like, "What the fuck?"
[Pre-Chorus: Keke Palmer]
Fuck n***a, talking 'bout get back to me
Get back to me, talking get back to me
Now a n***a wanna come back, now that you see (Now that you see)
Fuck n***a, talking 'bout get back to me
Get back to me, talking get back to me
Now a n***a wanna come back, now that you see (Now that you see)

[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
I don't know what he thinking 'cause he came from the bando
He done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
'Cause he see me in the movies in L.A. on the boulevard
He got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I don't know what he thinking 'cause he say he from the hood
He done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Last night, this lame-ass n***a tried to play me
Done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)

[Verse 3: Keke Palmer]
Had to put the bitch n***a in the cooler
Sixth-grade teacher with the ruler
Young n***as, who you gassing?
Didn't know Lil Keelah and the Bee could get nasty
Whisper in my ear, then I getcha off
Run your mouth too much, n***a walkie-talkie
A Chanel bag, n***a, you could pick your coffin
I don't give a lame n***a second chance, check, please
Next bitch in your life, show her what you learned
Tell her you were gunning for a bitch, but I just hit you first
This young n***a old-school
He tried to hit me with the old rules
I had to dump him in the big pool
He was see-through, n***a, me too
I could eat food while I play you
You fucking with them pro tools
[Pre-Chorus: Keke Palmer]
Fuck n***a, talking 'bout get back to me
Get back to me, talking get back to me
Now a n***a wanna come back, now that you see (Now that you see)
Fuck n***a, talking 'bout get back to me
Get back to me, talking get back to me
Now a n***a wanna come back, now that you see (Now that you see)

[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
I don't know what he thinking 'cause he came from the bando
He done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
'Cause he see me in the movies in L.A. on the boulevard
He got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I don't know what he thinking 'cause he say he from the hood
He done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Last night, this lame-ass n***a tried to play me
Done got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)