[Verse 1: Flow] Weed loud you can hear the voice I heard yo girl was fertile so I got her pregnant made her say it's yours Swisher sweets not cheap goodies Smoke OG not cheap cookies Pour syrup all on yo b**h n***a I'm gettin' high while I'm eating p**y Now we bout to get it poppin' I'm impatient I try to wait The lips on her p**y cat look like the lips on Tiny face I send her to the doctor's office, she get that sippy patna why you think her name be on all my prescription bottles Good lord [Verse 2: The Weeknd] She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night Girl, take pride in what you want to do Even if that means a new man every night inside of you Baby, I don't mind You can tell by how I roll Cause my clique hot and my cup cold My talk slurred cause I'm so throwed And I'm wiping sweat from my last show [Verse 3: Christian Radke/Flow] He's Flamegang I'm Honeycomb Got swisher sweets got styrofoams That's for the weed that's for the lean Kickin' with lil Flow I rep the west he rep the east Got pints up promethazine Smoke anything that's best for me Don't worry bout my voice I won't need it for what I'm about to do to ya [Hook: The Weeknd] Bad b**h, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad b**h, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me [Verse 3: Flow] Let yo girl meet my tongue Married to the game no VH1 No paper I'm lacing blunts Let her put it on my face like razor bumps She pop a Molly Ima roll with her f** I'm rollin' up when I'm rollin' up errr I'm a man you a p**y, stop playing I'll dish ya And I only smoke kushy, Girl Scout cookies You need to leave that n***a Girl you know that n***a broke All you need to do is bring the blunts I got something that you can smoke Grind on that dick like a skateboard Knock it out the park like baseball This is the life I pray for now b**h bring me my steak sauce Should I say more? She be around me so much she even started hittin' the bong And when I get home she don't have anything on Pour up my Sprite, f** the patron [Bridge: Christian Radke/Flow] And you know I be wildin' My clique full of them mollies Man I wish know how to sing So I can tell you what Ima [Hook] Do to you Bad b**h, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad b**h, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me [Verse 4: Flow] We puff the sour than f** for hours Bickin' back with that sticky pack I roll one I pour somethin' then I pop a pill Then we have s** 'till her bed break My s** game like earthquake She said I make her leg shake that's how it suppose to feel She know how to make that dick feel better She cooked me breakfast in a Trukfit sweater If that ain't swag than what you call it? I might just keep yo b**h forever If she don't get her sh** together Then I ain't trippin' I'm goin f** with watchyacallit Swag ha [Hook] Do to you Bad b**h, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad b**h, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me [Outro] Oh, oh Used to you Through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Used to you Through with you Memory, remember you