[Verse 1]
I wasn't digging school, so I would pyro
To blow some holes in my lobes with the pro's flows
The scores would zero off, and Mr. Sir wasn't digging it
I don't give alot of f**s, I'm indicative
Now tell me whose dick it is
That gives you the tickled ribs
Is it the sizzurp sipper? That's getting down your zipper?
Or the pretty Peter that makes you peck on his pickle?
On the parking meter, I ain't playing, finna stay for a while
Pedestrians chucking on the curb, their night was too wild
And then some sh** occurred
I only go for the women with the curves
Who like to curve
Swerve
[Hook]
(La La)
Let me know if you need that
(La La)
Baby, I could really use that
(La La)
Please, give me some of that
[Verse 2]
She lives in my insomnia
She catching Z's like I'm catching feels
Now I'm catching green like I'm smoking fields
Have you ever f**ed a girl from a memory?
The pendulum only seems like an accessory
I chipped my tooth cause her p**y was so golden
And I packing magazines to the dome cause I let my Cover Girl go
Now I'm taking shots to the noggin, knocking over, getting turnt as a paper fold
Looking dumber than a f**er with a vape in hand
(Whoa!)
Mechanized smoke about the size of Iron Giant's toes
Reminiscing of getting brain that left comatose
Curling toes, grabbing sheets, emotions running on the fleet
(Love has been so bleak)
[Hook]
(La La)
Let me know if you need that
(La La)
Baby, I could really use that
(La La)
Please, give me some of that