If you want it, you could have it, that's my old style Movin' through the night just like an old coy-ote Low profile, sippin' somethin', got my piss lookin' like Oh-Hi Push it 'til it's broke down Somethin' like my mama when I take the bag home to her Con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs If you want the beef, we could put them bitches on skewers She the one I wrote the song for And she put it on while she puttin' on her contour Phone calls from the concourse Long way from home, and that pussy what I long for But for now, I'm on the clock Give myself off to you right before I knock Once I'm back home, then you know it's Yung Joc We gon' set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock I'ma, uh, big shot I can't eat it cold, so I hope the shit's hot I can't eat the leftovers out the Ziploc It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it I know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes I feel the tension in all the conversations we have I know the beat ain't really hot 'til I'm pacin' around And I'm pacin' right now Yeah, this shit knockin' And she, and she, she tryna give noggin' (oof) Tryna show the youngin what the tip-top is But see, me, I'm just tryna see what the drip drop is Uh, hit it once, she said that we been talkin' Uh, I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company And it's validatin' for me, fill the void I've been strugglin' with I rock a soldier out of Troy when I'm bustin' this shit It's an infection I avoid, I've been wantin' a kid But I been flip-floppin', indecisive how I'm tryna get poppin' (oof) Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin' Chauncey tried to show me what the Crip walk is Cyhi, yeah Huh, drip droppin' Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets (huh) Smokin' strong, can't quit coughin' Valentino with the Louis, boy, I mix sauces Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin' (huh) Big toppin' with the cheese gossip She like my last CD, I guess she disc-jockeyin' Spoken word over bass, I be gridlockin' She was bad, so I had to take the bitch shoppin' Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick-tockin' (huh) Hurry up before my dick soften She put her panties on backwards, got her criss-crossin' (huh) Send her home in some sweatpants She vegan, so I hit her with the eggplant (huh) Her daddy rich, so I'm Stedman (huh) Vetements, Gucci headband (huh) She said I'm better than her ex-man If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man Hol' on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant I am not your nigga, I'm your best friend Shh, quit talkin' I just want to know what the drip drop is (huh) I pull hair, girl, I rip stockings If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks then Never take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin' She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often" Honey golddiggin' hoes be tryna pick-pocket So I'm swip-swappin' Got a thick chocolate Lil' chick from the market, caught her wrist-watchin' Now we at the crib, man, we binge-watchin' I'm straight forward on some Chris Rock shit I'm just tryna see what the drip drop is