[chorus]
Fuck all the small talk, baby, that's what i do (what i do)
I'd have to let up myself before i could lose (before could i lose)
I wanna go so fast, so i'll hop [in the nascar?] too (wroom-wroom-wroom)
Fuck all the small talk, baby, that's what i do
Baby, that's what i do, got two bands in the back of the coupe-coupe
Goin' out [five?], i would stick out the roof, baby girl, let me show you what i do (yeah)
I don't know how to stay cool, i'm tryna— i'm tryna get like you (yeah, baby girl)
I don't know how to stay cool, i'm tryna— i'm tryna get like you, let me show you what i do
[verse]
She swear to god i'm the best
I cannot tell you what i feel in my chest, okay
The things i would do for some ass
Shout out my [?]
I swear to god, i'm feelin' this bitch
Hit from the back, and i'm killin' this bitch, okay
They tryna get it like this, shout out life
It don't get better than this
Don't give a fuck what i said
I got racks, put them on the bed
Ears gon' perk when i talk like that
Everybody wanna know what the fuck i said
I got a all-black whip with a rear [low?] tint
And the leather on the inside pink
Take off your headphones
You don't even know what i said, but you know what the fuck i mean
Everybody [?] tryna get like this
Got a new check, gotta flood my wrist
Out all night, where the hell i been?
I been [?] (yeah-yeah)
Walk out the house with the chrome
We done put twenty right after your dome
Girl, we had something, like, what do i owe?
Geek on your lady right up in my home
Don't give a fuck what i said
I got racks, put them on the bed
Ears gon' perk when i talk like that
Everybody wanna know what the fuck i said
I got a all-black whip with a rear [low?] tint
And the leather on the inside pink
Take off your headphones
You don't even know what i said, but you know what the fuck i mean
[chorus]
Fuck all the small talk, baby, that's what i do (what i do)
I'd have to let up myself before i could lose (before could i lose)
I wanna go so fast, so i'll hop [in the nascar?] too (wroom-wroom-wroom)
Fuck all the small talk, baby, that's what i do
Baby, that's what i do, got two bands in the back of the coupe-coupe
Goin' out [five?], i would stick out the roof, baby girl, let me show you what i do (yeah)
I don't know how to stay cool, i'm tryna— i'm tryna get like you (yeah, baby girl)
I don't know how to stay cool, i'm tryna— i'm tryna get like you, let me show you what i—