What we have

What do you desire?

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Bitch, haha

Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah

You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last

I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast

They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have

I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health

Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup

Don't worry 'bout it, I'm tryna 'fess my love

Fuck the rest, it's just us

If I score on a pint of act', I'm puttin' it up

If a nigga try take that, then it's up and it's stuck

I'm puttin' him up

Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach

I ain't tryna turn up baby, I'm laid back

Sippin' Hi-Tec, I'm relaxed

This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse

I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act

You got my back, and that's that

In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top

You look better than a pint of wock'

Let me stop, I'm just playin'

We gon' be good, just stick to the plan

Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land

R.I.P. Gran

When she left me, I was so hurt man

I was tryna hold the tears back, but I can't

Free my mans out the can

I love you, I'ma love you 'til the end

But my trust fucked up, it's hard to let you in

You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last (this won't last, this won't last)

I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast (too fast, too fast)

They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have (what we have, what we have)

I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health (for my health, for my health)

Oh no, oh, whoa

Whoa-whoa, whoa

Go, go-go, ha

Ha, ha-ha, yeah

Whoa, whoa-whoa, go

Whoa, go-go, yeah

Ha, ha-ha, yeah

Go, ha-ha, yeah

(Bitch, haha)

Taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last, yeah

Still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health