[Chorus]

I know lately that we ain't did much

But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up

I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies

But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine

So I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right

No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough"

[Verse 1]

I walked outside (Look), I'm tired of this, man

My juvie in the yard with my drawers in her hand (Uh-oh)

My girl looked at me and said, "You dog-ass nigga" (Ooh)

"Finna put this knife in your motherfuckin' liver" (No, you ain't)

I couldn't say shit, had to leave the house (Let's go, man)

She punched me in my shit, all I did is walk off

Because I'm wrong (Yup), but tonight, when she go home (Yup)

I'ma keep callin' her phone 'til she let me lay that bone (Fuck that shit)

My other bitch done put me on child support (Garbage)

My nigga on the run slipped and got on that dope

I need to fuck somethin' bad, I got some pressure built up (Rrr)

So the next thing I fuck, she gon' get extra ripped up

I looked up to God and told Him fix this shit (You gotta fix this shit)

I got J-Lo at home (Ooh), I need my bitch, look

3 in the morning, girl still hangin' up the phone

She answer, "Bring your nasty ass home," girl, I'm on my way home

[Chorus]

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much

But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up

I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies

But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine

And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right

No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough"

[Verse 2]

Now this next time (Aw, shit), this bitch hit me on my chirp line

"Boosie, how my mouth was?" and I'm right on side my fuckin' girl (Look)

"Oh, you lettin' them hoes suck on my shit?"

I told her no, she sucked B, but he just played like he was me

She got quiet for a minute, I kissed her on her neck (Neck)

I played with that pussy and I got my girl wet

She say, "I love your Black ass," I say, "I love you too"

Another bitch done hit me up, "Boosie, what do it do?"

Man, she grabbed my phone, "Who is this ho?" Hung up, she broke my shit

Threw out all my doja and shit and had a nigga more sick

Damn, what I done did? (What I done did?)

She like, "Boosie, you ain't gon' never see your motherfuckin' kids"

I told her that I'm sorry, I'm tired of lyin', tired of seein' my girl cryin'

Need a second, third chance, please don't get another man

Been months since I took you out, always in that fuckin' South

I wanna beat that pussy up, please don't put a nigga out

[Chorus]

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much

But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up

I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies

But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine

And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right

No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough" (Look)

[Verse 3]

Now, lately (Lately), everybody been trippin' (Say what?)

Me, you, and the children (Yeah), everybody been slippin'

I'ma keep it real, let's get it right (Let's get it right)

Let's have a dinner, girl, candlelight shit (Candlelight shit, girl), that'll be nice

But the ice ain't make it happen (Nope), price ain't make it happen

But it wasn't all that, it was hoes who brought the madness

Used to laugh with each other, now we mad at each other

In the bed we used to cuddle, now I barely even fuck her

And every time you're gone, I be thinkin' of you

Got my thing rock hard, girl, I'm fiendin' for you

And when we first met, it was right on time

You was Bonnie, I was Clyde

Girl, you down to ride? "Please, nigga, I'm your ride or die"

That's what I like to hear (Yeah), whisper softly in my ear (Real)

Let's take 'em to the bank like Seagal on Hard to Kill

All these years down the drain (Down the drain)

I'm seventy-five percent wrong, I'll never change, but I'm workin' to get better, man

[Chorus]

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much

But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up

I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies

But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine

And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right

No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough"

[Outro]

Boosie Badazz on the track, nigga

Mouse with the beat

It's more than beautiful, baby, believe that

But I gotta go, though (I gotta holler at you), I gotta go now

'Cause I'm on my way home

On my way home, on my way home, on my way home

Dog, I'm on my way home

On my way home (For real), on my way home

I'ma beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up