Honey Baby

[Verse 1: Ro]
Braddah you ain’t smoking gas
You be smoking queef
I ain’t tryna see your tweets
Control-alt-delete
She got nori nani
Yeah her pussy salty-sweet
Your bitch was in the lost-and-found
I saw her on my meat
I would return yo hoe but damn I lost the darn receipt

Wedding band around my pinky for the ice
I crystalize the thorns around my neck, it looking nice
Three girls they sounding fancy
Straight from England think they spice
They really, really, really, wanna tell me they want pipe
Alright

Baby, my honey baby
Yes I want you to know that your mine
All of the time
My honey baby, my honey baby
Yes I want you to know that your mine
All of the time
Ba-

I got manapua on my mind 24/7
These girls ask “Can I help you?” like 7-11
(oooh)
I know they fuck my brethren
Some girls they got no class
I'm like that white boy from Incredibles I just had to the Dash

Why you keep touching my genitals
Dick make her tired like Benadryl
I put that pussy on pedestal
I'm breaking her back she need medical

Aye (woah)
Taking her out to Queens
Gotta bag I might go lift McQueen
Not a beast but I do rock Supreme
See the cuffs? That just comes with the jeans
(Uh!)

[Verse 3: Devin Cheff]
Second to none
She lick the chord while I’m counting my funds
Shouldn’t be able to spit, the way that I do
From the smoke that resides in my lungs
She wanting the meat and my eyes on them buns
Hit it so good, got her speaking in tongues
I’m Jack Sparrow, I be chuggin’ that rum
In the back of a ‘Yota with a mini meat jun

Or we could
Lay back way back in a Maybach
Spamming her phone, she ignoring your lame ass
Can’t see them haters through the Ray Bans
Like we playing a game of Uno, we can trade hands
Money got me acting different
Like I just got furloughed, we back in business
I be beating my meat ‘til it’s lacking senses
Boy you sounding more goofy than Akademiks, yeah