[Intro] Don't play this out loud. That's the point. [Verse 1] She sent a voice note, two minutes twelve Breathing like she doing it to herself "Wish you was here" then a little wet sound I replayed that shit like it paid me in pounds I hit her back with "open your legs" She sent the next one on all fours, no flex That's better than a picture, that's proof in the air Sloppy on the speaker, she don't even care [Chorus] Voice note nasty She moaning through the static Told me "come get this sloppy" Then she act so classy Voice note nasty Press play if you nasty That's a wet little caption Raunchy Radio classic [Verse 2] I pulled up, she didn't say hello Just put my face where the voice note go Ate it till her knees started shaking apart Then she recorded the rest with my face in the dark If her man find the thread that's a funeral song She still want the file, she still want it long [Chorus] Voice note nasty She moaning through the static [Outro] Replay. Don't screenshot. Too late.