[Chorus]

I ain't mean to hurt you, but that nigga really had to hurt you

Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you

You ain't never met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you

I just want to lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you

Don't deserve you, these niggas don’t deserve you, right?

Talkin' loud 'cause you think a nigga never heard you, right?

She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight

And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike

[Verse]

Last night mad real, pop a Percocet, not a Advil

Last kill, bad kill, had to pack her, it was that real

When I fuck her from the back, shе says she like how that feel

She a skinny bitch, but from thе back, her ass was lookin' fat, yeah

And I met her this year, can't believe I didn't met her last year

I was, I was doing bad, yeah, I was, I was talkin' practice

I was, really, I was acting but, you was like a actress now

Fuck it, that’s the past, I ain't even mad now, you in my mattress yeah

[Chorus]

I ain't mean to hurt you, but that nigga really had to hurt you

Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you

You ain't never met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you

I just want to lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you

Don't deserve you, these niggas don’t deserve you, right?

Talkin' loud 'cause you think a nigga never heard you, right?

She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight

And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike