[Intro]
Broke boy

[Chorus]
She just wanna, wanna leave, uh, phew
We got pints in the fridge, yeah
She just wanna take her clothes off
Pull my dick out, she said it's so long
I just bought some expensive shoes, but don't know what they called
I'm in a fast car driving like I'm Paul
I'm in the hills going shopping but not at the mall
You the type to beat her ass 'cause you seen her with me
She in her feelings, that's why she keep feeling on me
Bitch, I'm in the cut with that stick on me
Gotta a couple hoes, n***a I got to many
She gon' suck my pickle up like it's a damn binky, yeah, uh

[Verse]
These fuck n***as, they don't want no smoke
I just Kicked her out the crib, told her take her ass home
I know that it hurt, but baby girl, you gotta be strong
When we fuck we tangle up, in her hair just like a comb
Hit her from the back, she playing my song, damn
I got racks, this ain't no student loan, damn
Close that curtain, I'm pouring another four, damn
R.I.P. Kobe, I'ma pour one more, damn
Romance, I know that she used to holding hands
Fucking this bitch and her friend, we hoing
Pull out the camera, record in slow motion
She said that I'm funny, I told that bitch that I'm trolling
[Chorus]
She just wanna, wanna leave, uh, phew
We got pints in the fridge, yeah
She just wanna take her clothes off
Pull my dick out, she said it's so long
I just bought some expensive shoes, but don't know what they called
I'm in a fast car driving like I'm Paul
I'm in the hills going shopping but not at the mall
You the type to beat her ass 'cause you seen her with me
She in her feelings, that's why she keep feeling on me
Bitch, I'm in the cut with that stick on me
Gotta a couple hoes, n***a I got to many
She gon' suck my pickle up like it's a damn binky