Chorus Moon icon lit, phone face-down on the ground Backshots heavy, got her choking on her sound Straight out the hood, yeah I run through the town Only came to hit, fuck a ring and a gown Mode locked in, keep your mouth wide shut Grip on her hips, backshots in her gut Screen burning black till I leak out a nut Do Not Disturb, treat a bad bitch slut Verse 1 Two in the morning, hit the hood on the slide Told her drop the location, let me step inside Ain't no romance, just a wild ass ride Throw her on the bed, push her legs up wide Grip on her waist, backshots from behind Nasty ass thoughts always running through my mind Screen lighting up, but I leave it on blind Gutter with the stroke, yeah I do it every time Face in the mattress, sound muted out Slap on that ass till she scream and she shout Real hood n***a, fuck what bitches talk about Put it in her mouth till she figure me out Phone blowing up, notifications on stack Sweating out her wig while I work from the back Done with the vibe, pull my pants off the rack Step out the door, yeah I'm straight to the trap Chorus Moon icon lit, phone face-down on the ground Backshots heavy, got her choking on her sound Straight out the hood, yeah I run through the town Only came to hit, fuck a ring and a gown Mode locked in, keep your mouth wide shut Grip on her hips, backshots in her gut Screen burning black till I leak out a nut Do Not Disturb, treat a bad bitch slut Verse 2 Slide through the city, hit the dark side of town Another bad bitch wanna wear the heavy crown Push her on the couch, turn her body upside down Grabbing on her hair, got her making every sound Told her keep it quiet, ain't no talking in the ear I ain't trying to hear about your feelings or your fears Only come around when the midnight clears Heavy in the back, got her wiping off her tears Bitch asking questions while I'm zipping up the coat Hands on her neck, put a grip up on her throat Street n***a habits, ain't no sweet love note Backshots hit, got her floating like a boat Check the screen once, see a text from the gang Count up the paper while she dealing with the pain Zero emotions, I'm just stuck inside my lane Step out in the dark, back to running in the rain Chorus Moon icon lit, phone face-down on the ground Backshots heavy, got her choking on her sound Straight out the hood, yeah I run through the town Only came to hit, fuck a ring and a gown Mode locked in, keep your mouth wide shut Grip on her hips, backshots in her gut Screen burning black till I leak out a nut Do Not Disturb, treat a bad bitch slut Verse 3 Sun coming up, but the mode still set Sheets soaked through with the wild ass sweat Told her don't call, don't be blowing up the net Real hood n***a, yeah I'm cold as it get Backshots echoed off the wall in the dark Left a bruise on her hip, left a stain on her heart Told her from the jump how I play my part Never mix love with the street-level art Phone stay face-down, screen stays black No morning coffee, ain't no coming right back Got a full roster and the trap on track Only give a fuck about the paper in the stack Out the front door, put the keys in the drive This the only way a real n***a thrive No attachments, no strings, keep the mindset alive Do Not Disturb till I hit another five Chorus Moon icon lit, phone face-down on the ground Backshots heavy, got her choking on her sound Straight out the hood, yeah I run through the town Only came to hit, fuck a ring and a gown Mode locked in, keep your mouth wide shut Grip on her hips, backshots in her gut Screen burning black till I leak out a nut Do Not Disturb, treat a bad bitch slut
