[Intro]
She wan—

[Chorus]
She wanna play with the pussy on FaceTime
She got the tats on her waste line
I know a bitch who snort up a damn line
With the pints, I do the damn crimes
For the white, she do it all
Dirty dance in that hoe with my Glock
I'm his dad, yeah, I'm his pops
(Fuck you, Eli)
Onna rail like Tony Hawk
Down bad, down with the bugs
Been there, I can't get lost
Look at this downhill mud, It's salty in your nose
Been had this bitch on lock
Going tip-pitty on a crutch

[Verse]
Leave his Honda in the dust
Pop a perc, I don't give a fuck
And these n***as, they some klutz
I walk in the function like, "Who can i trust?"
And my pockets on swole like they ate a peanut
She say i'm cold just like the season
And you don't even know who you bitches pleasing
I'm a hot boy, n***a, hotter than a demon
She wanna step in some YSL
If we fuck, baby, you can't tell
Who can i trust? I cannot tell
Pockets fat, just like Adele
Pockets fat, like DJ KHAL
Hit his ass with the .50 cal
Split his ass we ain't doing no meth
Just got some Percs in the mail
They say i'm fake 'cause i'm going up (Fuck you, Eli)
He want some smoke, he going up
We get the bank, it's going up
Mixing the hydros with the cup
I don't even fuck with this song no more
Stupid ass n***a, i don't know
I'm offa the— like Justin Bieber
She ain't got no ass, no cannot keep her
Man stop, man stop

[Bridge]
For real man, who can you trust man?
Who can you trust man?
Think you becoming stupid man

[Chorus]
She wanna play with the pussy on FaceTime
She got the tats on her waste line
I know a bitch who snort up a damn line
With the pints, I do the damn crimes
For the white, she do it all
Dirty dance in that hoe with my Glock
I'm his dad, yeah, I'm his pops
I'm the real life Tony Hawk
Down bad, down with the bugs
Been there, I can't get lost
Look at this downhill mud, It's salty in your nose
Been had this bitch on lock
Going tip-pitty on a crutch
[Outro]
(Fuck you, Eli)