[Intro]
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[Verse 1 - Angry Rocky & Collected Rocky]
What's up?
I know he at home, where the fuck his phone?
If he was busy he would say it, 'less he ain't alone
Better tell me his shit silent, I'm feelin' like ridin'
But if it is a bitch around him she better be quiet
Why, I'm feelin' like this n*gga tryna play it crazy
But why, the fuck you actin' like you had this n*gga baby?
Why, you actin' like you know when you just feelin' "maybe"?
Maybe I should beat this n*gga ass since he swear I'm crazy!
Chill, you know he ain't stupid, he smartеr than that
I don't see him doin' that if you know where he at
Hе know how you act, ain't bringing no hoe to the crib
He gon' pull up to the trap 'fore he show where he live
So I should pull up to the trap and tell him come outside!
But if he don't?
I'm comin' in and bitches better hide!
See, you got too much pride...
Fuck it, ain't lettin' shit slide
Fuck it, ain't takin' no lies
(Why) the fuck is you takin' his side?
[Chorus - Collected Rocky & Angry Rocky]
Slow down, you goin' kinda heavy on the liquor
When nah, you knew you wasn't ready for no n*gga
So what? That n*gga knew what type of bitch I was
I'mma always get it up and I ain't quick to fall in love

[Verse 2 - Angry Rocky & Collected Rocky]
Do 100 to the trap since I know where he be
And if he there then that's okay, 'cause I know when he leave
And if I catch him comin' out, I'mma show him what's good
I ain't lettin' n*gga's play me or thinkin' they could
Why you trippin' like you gotta go through hell for dick?
Like you ain't got so much to lose, you bein' selfish bitch
Like you can't call an old hoe and make 'em pull up quick
When they ain't have to get no pussy just to pay for shit
I should stab a couple tires, bust the windows out
I'mma pop the hood and smash it if the windows down
I should throw a brick and shatter everything I can
Don't give a fuck if it ain't his or even his man's
Now you doin' too much, like you can't go to jail
What happened to growin' up and you ain't breakin' no nails?
I'll break 'em on his face since he thinkin' he slick!
But if he chillin', tell him sorry, 'cause you faded as shit...

[Chorus - Collected Rocky & Angry Rocky]
Slow down, you goin' kinda heavy on the liquor
When nah, you knew you wasn't ready for no n*gga
So what? That n*gga knew what type of bitch I was
I'mma always get it up and I ain't quick to fall in love