[Chorus: The Act]
What if I fucked you?
Would you be my friend still?
What if I fucked you?
Would you be my friend still?

[Verse 1: The Act]
It's 2 a.m., I just got home from trappin’
All I ask you is give me good head and a little bit of satisfaction
Yea it's real sloppy, need a napkin
I got some shooters with some bad habits
When it's a tragedy up in the streets
I just want to come home and you will bring me magic
Court date, gotta go kill the plaintiff
That ain't nothin' but a lil' bit of straightenin'
Traphouse look just like a banquet
If I fucked you, baby, would you say thank you?

[Chorus: The Act]
What if I fucked you?
Would you be my friend still?
What if I fucked you?
Would you be my friend still?

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
If one thing lead to another
I fuck her so good, I can tell that she love mе
She tried to keep it playa, wanted to start off as friеnds
She keep it lowkey, I don't fuck with her man
I got a confession to make
I can't front, I been tryna fuck on you since back in day
Fuck your boyfriend, that boy just in the way
My Glock a lil' heavy, it light up his face
I stand on business, lil' baby, don't lie to my face
I turn down the lights and she get in her mood
She turn submissive when we in that room
I open the blinds, let 'em watch what we doin'
She wanna know what we doing
No labels, just fuck with me after
She ain't scared, I lean over and ask her
[Chorus: The Act]
What if I fucked you?
Would you be my friend still?
What if I fucked you?
Would you be my friend still?