[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
Oh

[Chorus]
I stroke your body like this keyboard
Probably heard this before
We don't even need chords
Fuck you like I love you but I'm never in my feelings
[Are you scared? Getting missing ?][0:19], grammatically intended
Really tryna go off
Stick it in you, make you curl your toes up
Might just make you throw up (Bleh), uh
I can't believe this lil' bitch did this (Yuck)
She wiped it off, she got on top to ride this city bus

[Verse 1]
Nasty as fuck, I think she get it from her mama
I don't know her name but I bet I know her number
Ready for what, I'm 'bout to hit you in this Hummеr
Know you seein' 'em lights, know I'm bringing thunder (Ooh)

[Chorus]
I stroke your body likе this keyboard
Probably heard this before
We don't even need chords
Fuck you like I love you but I'm never in my feelings
[Are you scared? Getting missing ?][0:19], grammatically intended
Really tryna go off
Stick it in you, make you curl your toes up
Might just make you throw up (Bleh), uh
I can't believe this lil' bitch did this (Yuck)
She wiped it off, she got on top to ride this city bus, uh
[Verse 2]
No, it ain't no proposition
Treat you like the opposition
Pussy too good, man, I cannot find the right position
I don't even like positions, I'm just tryna hold you up
Fucking with them young n***as, baby, they don't know enough
Learned from them old heads, hoes give more head
She gon' suck that dick and make that sound just like a moped
She gon' suck that dick and make that sound just like a moped

[Chorus]
I stroke your body like this keyboard
Probably heard this before
We don't even need chords
Fuck you like I love you but I'm never in my feelings
[Are you scared? Getting missing ?][0:19], grammatically intended
Really tryna go off
Stick it in you, make you curl your toes up
Might just make you throw up (Bleh), uh
I can't believe this lil' bitch did this (Yuck)
She wiped it off, she got on top to ride this city bus

[Verse 3]
She's a rider
Only feel good when it's inside her
She gon' play her part, don't fuck the vibes up
Fucking to the beat, she tryna fuck your mind up, but your time's up
I'm goin Kompa with my Cheri
Grabbed her by her hair, I'm putting dick all in her belly
Foreign hood, what prepared me (Okay)
X-rated, I ain't with the talkin'
We could do this often, you ain't gotta get off it, oh
[Chorus]
I stroke your body like this keyboard (Like this keyboard)
Probably heard this before (Mm)
We don't even need chords
Fuck you like I love you but I'm never in my feelings (Never in my feelings)
[Are you scared? Getting missing ?][0:19], grammatically intended
Really tryna go off (Go off)
Stick it in you, make you curl your toes up (Curl your toes up)
Might just make you throw up (Bleh), uh (Throw up)
I can't believe this lil' bitch did this (Yuck, shh)
She wiped it off, she got on top to ride this city bus, uh

[Outro]
Strokin' on your keyboard, mm
No, no, no, no
Strokin' on your keyboard
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no