​when we met

[Intro]
What do you desire?

[Chorus]
Like, when we first met
I had seen you in the back of that class
Like "goddamn, she so bad" (Bitch, haha)
When we talk my bitch got mad
Slim thick, she wear Puerto Rican flag
And she hate when I'm drinkin' on red
And I hate that shit too, baby trust me
Maybach curtain closed, countin' money
And yo' last dude was so bummy
Like yeah, he a rapper but he ain't up wit' me
I count up hunnids', fuck twenties and fifties
Frrr, I hate how my last bitch did me
Took lean, it be fuckin' my kidney
She all in my ear like "forgive me"
Droppеd that song called Hope its real, it was about you
Bеfore I was fuckin' hoes like, that's so childish
You wanna do that fightin', shit get toxic
And I don't wanna share my bitch, no extra mileage

[Verse]
It supposed to be me and you in that Cedes wit' no mileage
Racks so big you could've went to college
Oh shit, I heard you got up into college
Baby I'm proud about ya', don't be modest
Almost forgot about ya' bein' honest
And girl, how you do that shit to me?
I'm singin' on bars this rx3d
She perced up, she dropped a perc in her drink
I'm home now, she wanna fuck all on me
My guys out, we keep sticks like the army
I'm tired now, bitch why you do me so green?
She don't like when I rap, she like it when I sing
Then she'll want you for sure not me
I had to fuck the ho to get you back
Don't go behind my back, this shit get sad
XD clips inside the 4Matic
Hotboxin' bitch, I got fog on my glasses
Only fuck wit' jeeps if they a Tracky
Yeah, that bitch bad but I'll fuck and I'll pass it
You back in Chanel, you back in that Louis
You back in Celine, like what you want me for?
Is it the money, or is it the weed?
A big ass bankroll, tucked in my jeans
Wit' a big four three, I'll pop that bitch like I'm Danny Green
Might fuck that ho, she a fan of me

[Chorus]
Like, when we first met
I had seen you in the back of that class
Like "goddamn, she so bad"
When we talk my bitch got mad
Slim thick, she wear Puerto Rican flag
And she hate when I'm drinkin' on red
And I hate that shit too, baby trust me
Maybach curtain closed, countin' money
And yo' last dude was so bummy
Like yeah, he a rapper but he ain't up wit' me
I count up hunnids', fuck twenties and fifties
Frrr, I hate how my last bitch did me
Took lean, it be fuckin' my kidney
She all in my ear like "forgive me"
Dropped that song called Hope its real, it was about you
Before I was fuckin' hoes like, that's so childish
You wanna do that fightin', shit get toxic
And I don't wanna share my bitch, no extra mileage
(I don't wanna share my bitch, no extra mileage, mhm mhm, yeah)