Flinching

[Intro: GirlzLuhDev]
It's almost time, the wait is over
Why you flinching? You paranoid
It's almost time, the wait is over
I'm pushin' P, that's what I told her
Why you flinching? You paranoid
She said, "It's cool", I meant a soda
She wanna link, I can't come over
I need more 'Woods, don't know how I'm sober
I-I-I, I need more 'Woods, don't know how I'm sober
She said she flinching, she paranoid (Ah-ha)
(Ayy, Jetstin, turn me up a little up)
I done cost a car a penny, penny, Bentley coupe she wanna get in with me (She wanna ride)
Knew I could crack her, she was acting finny (JC, you cold for this one)
And pulling hairs, it's like elementary

[Verse: GirlzLuhDev]
And to be honest, I'm tryna run the bucks like Yannick's (Like Yannick's)
And to be honest (To be honest), I'm tryna run the bucks like Yannick's (Uh, uh)
Easy Polo sweat suit make you a demon, shawty
Cuban links and cars know you like Bugatti's (Bugatti's)
And close the door, you know I smack you extra naughty
Probably put you on some game that all my exes taught me
All I know, collect the bands and leave (Bands and leave)
Pressure me in your fantasy (Your fantasy)
It's almost time, the wait is over (Uh), I'm pushin' P, that's what I told her
Why you flinching? You paranoid (Uh-uh)
She said, "It's cool", I meant a soda
She wanna link, I can't come over
I need more 'Woods, don't know how I'm sober

[Verse 2: TruCarr]
Ayy, she wanna motor me (Uh)
Fuck around and hit up with that vibe (Motor) 'fore she got to sleep (Go to-)
Know my neck on ice, but I'm like, "Damn", she like the coldest piece (Ice)
Hit it in the kitchen, she like, "Damn, you got the recipe" (Recipe)
Might be cool upon these bitches, I just let her be (Cool)
If any thing, she know to bust it open like to let her pee (Pussy)
Giver her all this-, that's the letter D (Let her-)
If any thing, you know I keep it player like the letter P (P)
And she like, "Ooh, I want some more"
Usually when these bitches hit my phone, they just get ignored (Get ignored)
Know I'm way better than her exes, you ain't seen the score (Seen the score)
She just hit me up, know what to do, make that pussy sore (Make that pussy sore)
And it's first quarter, goin' hard to the Forbes (Forbes)
I just seen her post a pic' with that ass and them shorts (Ayy)
Nah, I can't fuck wit' her 'less her bag is a purse (Bag)
Pussy get murked, put that ass on a shirt (Brrt, brrt, brrt)