[Verse 1: Flow]
Weed loud you can hear the voice
I heard yo girl was fertile so I got her pregnant made her say it's yours
Swisher sweets not cheap goodies
Smoke OG not cheap cookies
Pour syrup all on yo bitch n***a I'm gettin' high while I'm eating pussy
Now we bout to get it poppin' I'm impatient I try to wait
The lips on her pussy cat look like the lips on Tiny face
I send her to the doctor's office, she get that sippy patna why you think her name be on all my prescription bottles
Good lord

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred cause I’m so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show

[Verse 3: Christian Radke/Flow]
He's Flamegang I'm Honeycomb
Got swisher sweets got styrofoams
That's for the weed that's for the lean
Kickin' with lil Flow I rep the west he rep the east
Got pints up promethazine
Smoke anything that's best for me
Don't worry bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to ya

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Verse 3: Flow]
Let yo girl meet my tongue
Married to the game no VH1
No paper I'm lacing blunts
Let her put it on my face like razor bumps
She pop a Molly Ima roll with her fuck
I'm rollin' up when I'm rollin' up errr
I'm a man you a pussy, stop playing I'll dish ya
And I only smoke kushy, Girl Scout cookies
You need to leave that n***a
Girl you know that n***a broke
All you need to do is bring the blunts
I got something that you can smoke
Grind on that dick like a skateboard
Knock it out the park like baseball
This is the life I pray for now bitch bring me my steak sauce
Should I say more?
She be around me so much she even started hittin' the bong
And when I get home she don't have anything on
Pour up my Sprite, fuck the patron

[Bridge: Christian Radke/Flow]
And you know I be wildin'
My clique full of them mollies
Man I wish know how to sing
So I can tell you what Ima

[Hook]
Do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Verse 4: Flow]
We puff the sour than fuck for hours
Bickin' back with that sticky pack
I roll one I pour somethin' then I pop a pill
Then we have sex 'till her bed break
My sex game like earthquake
She said I make her leg shake that's how it suppose to feel
She know how to make that dick feel better
She cooked me breakfast in a Trukfit sweater
If that ain't swag than what you call it?
I might just keep yo bitch forever
If she don't get her shit together
Then I ain't trippin' I'm goin fuck with watchyacallit
Swag ha

[Hook]
Do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Used to you
Through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you
Through with you
Memory, remember you