Should I hit then quit? I don’t know

She really ride dick like a pro

I feel so good when I come

But I feel like shit when I go

We way too different I know

She like her hair pulled and my grip on her throat

Might shoot some kids in her, whoa

Bodies pressed close

Hips moving slow and her tits getting groped

She takes my mind off my stress

We getting high off of sex

We getting drunk to remember what love is

Then we getting high to forget

She be supplying the best drugs

I always fiend for the next buzz

I left my last bitch with less trust

She made me forget who my ex was, damn wait

I left my city but all of my problems came with me

All of my problems came with me

She looking pretty she promised she’d always be with me

Promised she’d always be with me

Gone off the whiskey

Gone off the Dom Perignon and I’m gone off the gone off the sticky

We could be Bobby and Whitney

Every girl feel like the last girl I swear this is honestly trippy

Father forgive me I know not what I do

I’m just a man tryna figure shit out

Been fuckin up since like way before high school

Don’t even know what I’m tripping about

Should put my fist in my mouth

But I still got visions of clout

She got my heart in her hand

And she just been ripping it, ripping it, ripping it out