[Hook: Pouya] You think you wylin' You think you stylin' on me Boy you ain't even a challenge I ain't worried about you boy More worried about the down payment of my Audi Pull up to the show we get violent [Verse 1: Pouya] Infatuated by the cultivation growing inside your mind The best of times, can't find no one like mine I see them blind, I hear the streets I feed them rhymes, hoes defined by their sign Cause they can't think for themselves, never try but ask for help From my demeanor to way I walk, the way I speak, make her weak Apparently she told me, nobody compare to thee One and only slowly bounce your titties for me Don't put me in the homie zone, I'm tryna give you chromosomes I don't sleep at night I'd rather write Do what I gotta do to get my money right, despite The boys and girls that wanna see my fall Now that's a lot of people that don't wanna see me take off Well like that girl I'm gone [Hook X2] [Verse 2] One for me, two for you She got bush like W Push the whip like foreigns do Spend some euros on your euro Baby maybe, lately, I been feeling strangely They talk sideways Pull up to my face and act straight with me I write a verse, while I beat my meat YUH Just to let you know your p**y not much worth to me YUH What's worse than that? Them boys behind your back YUH The same ones in the front, calling your phone like, "Where you at?" I need some help, I need some hoes, I need some money I need new clothes up on my back, spot me something Tell me why I haven't seen you in awhile p**y boy, f** your friendship I don't want to reconcile b**h [Hook X3]