[Intro]
(Hey, can I share something with you?)

[Verse]
Told you, "Don't text my phone if you ain't home alone"
I'm tryna see you, baby, when you 'lone?
I'm steady by my 'lone, clutchin' on my fuckin' pole
I kinda wanna hit the bros, I been feelin' low
I ain't smokin' low, bitch, I'm smokin' dope
And, bitch, I'm finna crash if your brodie drop the low
We at your spot, we ain't see shit 'cause you holy ghost
But I ain't finna fold, stick it to the bro code
I knew that you was finna fold the way you fuckin', fuckin' broke
I made you scared like you seen a ghost
Swear to God, bro, I'm on go, go