You want some

I don’t know what’s worse—

all this weak sauce chatter, rehearse,

all this drivel that you postin like a thirst trap curse,

like you want some’in—

act like you’re not some’in

I could lose quick, cut loose, drop soon—no frontin’

You keep telling me I’m fast track,

but that speed dial got you on backtrack,

got me begging, like my chest—where my heart at, yeah… I admit that

I’m strung out now, tangled in the dialback,

but I don’t play with freak of the week—yeah, I don’t need that

You keep saying that you want me—

do you mean that?

Or just lean back, let me fiend, then retract?

I been to my friends, sayin' I’m out of touch, numb,

but I’m drowning in you heavy, I know you be wantin’ some

So you tell me—do I want you?

I don’t know, I go dumb

Two-step in the club

but I freeze when you come

Now I’m stuck in the corner,

drink low, eyes spacing, phone—

lit up like I'm Fourth of July

pacin'; tracin'; the lies, more and more

Hear you screaming that you think I lie,

then you cut me of the floor,

like I’m trackin’, like I’m dumb—

yeah, you want some,

Leave me hangin' on read,

feelin' played, feeling spun,

like I’m chasin' something fake,

like I’m chasin' heartbreak, run.

Let me know how it goes so I

get my finger off the trigger of the gun

Still your friend be in my DMs droppin' hints just for fun—

but it’s you that I’m stuck on…yeah, you baby, you the one

You got me bangin' my chest, gorilla, like it’s some’in,

you think it’s fun how I rock some'in feral for you—yeah, you baby, you the one

Don’t strike me out like I’m done,

baby I be playing games—they don’t play me, I ain't the one

Master on the street, they be dipping heads, bowing when they see me come

See me coming, know I don’t play that—

I’m the freak that rip it on the street just for fun

Don’t be rocking ‘bout thinking I’ma hold out for someone—

not me, baby, nah, you better learn quick, I ain’t the one

My heart ain’t no violin, you can’t string

me out and think you having some fun—

not me, baby

Lemme tell you—yeah, baby, you be the one,

trackin' my name on these streets—I ain’t allow that for noone

but yeah, you best believe that for me…

baby, you want some.