WIT YA BOY Lyrics

She can block me on her social

She can't block me out her mind

Real shit, she done took that dick too many times

What did you expect? I don't got no time to cry

Whenever you want it baby just throw me a sign

Cause I'm on the way to you, count some bands with your boy

We can do whatever, make some plans with your boy

TSA, where you wanna land with your boy

She don't want no bitches laying hands on her boy

I miss your face, if you're not too busy, ill come take the trip

Pull up late, we can cut the talking, either way I'm with it

Thoughts for dates, come and fuck me good, out in Turks and Caics'

What you think? We can both be honest, call a spade a spade

Show you off, post you on the gram with your boy

Rodeo drive, come and spend some bands with your boy

Take a flight, fuck me in the sand, oh lord

Out of spite, we both said some things that we ain't mean

Get me high off life, she the finest thing I ever seen

If she call at night, she know I'ma pull up, I'ma pull up

Cause I'm on the way to you count some bands with your boy

We can do whatever, make some plans with your boy

TSA, where you wanna land with your boy

She don't want no bitches laying hands on her boy

Like go baby, do your thing, baby

Got me going crazy, shoot your shot, baby

Make that ass fatter, batter, batter, swang it

I go Bruce Wayne, yeah, I go Liu Kang, yeah

I drink casamigos, yeah, she a Dussé girl

Don't care what you say, she locked up in her own world

Yeah, just hit me, baby, if you need that, make your toes curl

Cause you know I'm the one, yeah, baby, here I come

Cause I'm on the way to you, count some bands with your boy

We can do whatever, make some plans with your boy

TSA, where you wanna land with your boy

She don't want no bitches laying hands on her boy