Prego / Romantic Moshpits

Part I: prego

[Intro]
Let me dial it back

[Verse]
Excuse me queen, my name is 'Wop, I saw you cross the street
I'm realizing now, it's pretty weird that I crossed the street
I'll have you standing there just like a market when you cross the meat
Spaghetti legs with me, I'll have you prego by the sauce of the meat
Shorty said she— (Fuck)
Shorty said, "You're such a great guy, your future bitch is lucky"
That's just a chill respectful way to say you'd never want me
Told her 'bout them label conversations, I would have them monthly
Now I feel like folks from ATL— (Okay)
Now I feel like folks from ATL, finally gettin' Cudi
Now I'm on a trip to [?], her mama and her auntie
Now her mama lit on different scales, off Whiskey and some [Runtiez?]

Part II: romantic moshpits

[Verse]
I lo— I love you, Ruken
Fuck a homieship, I need ownership
Huh, everything on me longer than usual, no limousine
Your boyfriend goofy, why you choosing him? He got low self-esteem
It's reeking off of him, it got on you, and that's your jeopardy
If you unsure that I'm the one, then you should check with me (Pew)
I never meant it sexually, but you should use your chest with me
Picture all your homegirls next to me, which one look best with me?
Keep on acting stubborn with that love, we'll get no chance to see
Can we make it, can we not, bitch?
I could call you my bitch, either way, it's toxic
Either way, you'll hate my guts, you'll hit the door, it's rocks kicked
Scream my name, push me out the way, romantic moshpits (Damn)