[Verse 1: Boycott]
I heard your momma barely ever let you out the house
But now that you're finally of age theres no more round-a-bouts
You swore you'd make up for every single party you missed
Sip Bacardi, throwing dollars, you gon' probably strip
Damn, thats how that sh** go. Girl you walk around this b**h
Acting like a misfit looking for a strip pole (Uh, where the strip pole?)
We play Russian Roulette with s** pistols
You about to call up your ex and get thrizzowed
You can have whatever you want, I won't tell nobody if you won't
I promise you a substitute will do the kama sutra that you don't
Are you down to go? Its up to you
Lying that we loving you, but lord knows that you bluffin too
And we puffin too. My memory prolly won't be restored
Throw back a couple of shots but (uh) really there's no need to keep a score
I thought you had a halo but I can see your horns
The moment that you take'em off is when you'll be ignored
Damn, thats how that sh** go. Girl you walk around this b**h
Acting like a misfit looking for a strip hole. (Uh, where your strip pole)
You play Russian Roulette with s** pistols
Whenever you through with that s** you get disowned
[Verse 2: IzEvry]
Seventeen, lit candles on that birthday cake
From your parents, but instead you drinking liquor with n***as
And that's cool, I'm just hoping that they're using protection
For your sake, just think; Do you know who the F that they're F'ing?
But whatever, cause I'm having a goodtime, listen
I don't know about that train sh**, that p**y is wreckage
But I'd rather see your laughter induced from the hookah
With that blue dream inside it, but you ain't touching my weed
Girl you a Vixen, Santa deer on Christmas
Every time that come around, you on a n***as wishlist I'm serious
But (but) you're delusional. Thinking you, the wifey type
Nevermind, just give me top while I'm getting high as a satellite (right)