[Intro]
Yeah
Hit-Boy
Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on
[Verse 1]
Yeah, if you ain't know
All my n***as with the sh** if you ain't know
If it ain't about a bag, then I can't go
I know your n***a wanna beat me 'til I'm [?]
200 on the dash, you gon' drive a n***a crazy
We can't even talk, dumb b**h, like she played me
She was in the Bimma, I was slidin' in a Mercedes
All this f**in' smoke in my lungs got me faded
Smokin' 'til 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 n***as 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 sh** was [?] under in that whip until we paint it
Still with the same team, ain't no tradin'
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Lil baby, what you on?
Throw her a** 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, tryna pull up in a Ghost
You f**in' with a lamb, tryna gun his a**, gone
p**y so good, had to put it in a song
p**y so good, I don't wanna do you wrong
Man, ignored 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 you f**in' slow
Designer on the prices while I turnt the pole
And she look dead in my eye when she s** soft
Told her everything about me, still ain't none to talk
I got her high off this dick, she done take a dose
And I'ma tell her how it is, ain't no sugar coat
[Chorus]
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