WYO

Yeah Hit-Boy Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on Yeah, if you ain't know All my niggas with the shit if you ain't know If it ain't about a bag, then I can't go I know your nigga wanna be me, tell 'em take notes 200 on the dash, you gon' drive a nigga crazy We can't even talk, dumb bitch, like she played me She was in the Beamer, I was slidin' in a Mercedes All this fuckin' smoke in my lungs got me faded Smokin' to the neck, if I roll it, I'ma face it She wanna get to know me, tryna start a conversation She know I'm gettin' money, I look better 'cause I'm famous My niggas in the field, we don't do the entertainment My diamonds really real, we don't do the imitation I promise I'ma go and get this bag and won't break it That shit was mine under in that whip until we paint it Still with the same team, ain't no tradin' Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on 'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong I'm just tryna get high, tryna see what you on Lil' baby, what you on? Give her ass a piece, now she fiending for some more We can take a trip to wherever, let's go p***y so fat it won't fit in the thong Gone up with the gang, 'til I pull up in a Ghost You fuckin' with a lamb, 'til I get his ass gone p***y so good, had to put it in a song p***y so good, I don't wanna do you wrong Been ignorin' all my calls, tell me what you want Even I ain't at the house, I still want you home And I don't even move that fast but can you fuck it slow Designer on the prices while I turnt the pole And she look dead in my eye when she suck soft Told her everything about me, still, ain't none to talk I got her high off this dick, she done took a dose And I'ma tell her how it is, ain't no sugar coat Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on 'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong I'm just tryna get high, tryna see what you on --- WYO - Hit-Boy and SOB X RBE