TTYL
[Chorus]
That hoe gon try and leave me on read
My dick so small, she can't give head
That bitch gonna put my heart for sale
I try to talk, she say TTYL

[Verse 1]
Now hol up (wait, yah)
Fresh bank, put in deposit
Got designer in the closet
She get wet like a faucet
I take off like a rocket
These haters tryna stop it
You ain't like me, bitch stop the gossip
Why you got me so damn blue
I'm just tryna chill with you
In the back of the coupe
Got me so damn worried
I'm tryna see you through
You not the one that I need
But you the one I fiend for you
Girl, I just wanna be with you, yeah
I used to wanna fuckin' bleed for you
But it's clear you don't want me to
[Chorus]
That hoe gon try and leave me on read
My dick so small, she can't give head
That bitch gonna put my heart for sale
I try to talk, she say TTYL

[Verse 2]
Try to make a move and they call me a simp (You're a simp!)
These people be hatin cause I walk with a limp
She leave me open like a mofuckin' door
Getting a girl is such a mofuckin' chore
Like Pop, I got that Christian Di-or
Do that girl even wanna see me or
Do she wanna see that guy she be crushin' for
She don't just want me
Nah, bitch, she wants more
Her name be Ford cause she belong to the streets (to the streets)
In bed, I'm the only one under the sheets
She don't want me cause I got small meat
That hoe candy and I want her to be in my suite
Shawty be bad with the Skechers on
I got that green like a mo'fuckin lawn
Take over my world like Genghis Khan
You like my dad, you was there, now you're gone
Got the black Air Forces, call them Drew (Jones)
How I know that you're the one, I got no clue
I used to want you, girl, that's just true
But now, I don't want you cause
[Chorus]
That hoe gon try and leave me on read
My dick so small, she can't give head
That bitch gonna put my heart for sale
I try to talk, she say TTYL