What was your name, Sir?
Say that

Sick of niggas calling me childish
All I gotta show is my mileage
Niggas ain't cut right, tracing
I been up so late, you been up so late
Thinking 'bout you, no Frank shit
Thinking 'bout you and your fragrance
Tricking on hoes, like Sally on toes
I'm throwing these shots, no picking me up
Throwing these shots, no Smith 'n', aye
Curling me up like mittens, yeah
Throwing shit back, no photo
All of that shit worth mentioning
Clenching these walls till you're calling my name
I'm writing these songs till you're hearing my pain
Last Balmain got the last bitch up
So it's one last try in the back of your truck
You gon' want sneak up a Linksters
You gon' want sit, smoke, stare at the blinker
You going way too far with the finger
I'ma fall back, tss-tss, like a sprinkler
Don't call back till I bling-bling-bling
And we gon' fuck 'round, do the same damn thing
We going off the stove like bossa nova
Hotter than Hell's Kitchen, let's
Let's get to fucking, kissing
Let's get to munching, holding, gripping
'Stead of that Niggas ain't worth the mention
Let's get to biting, soaking, sippin'
My body do things for you that I've never seen her do
I open my spleen for you
And I can do shit that you wouldn't believe
I'ma surrender my body to please you
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah-ah

Open up, get the fuck, this a love drug
We go up, up above these assumptions
Push it out, get it out, mister monster, in, out, in, out
Ooh, you could never say I never fucked with you
And you could never say I never made love to you
You could never say I never tried, in, out, in, out, in, out
I make love to you
I make love to you

Baby, drive me crazy
On the way, on my day
Sun so shady
Like my baby, yeah
Baby, drive me crazy
On the way, on my day
Sun so shady
Like my baby, yeah