Lyricist : Deante Adam Johnson

Composer : Deante Adam Johnson

What do you desire?

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Bitch, haha

(Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)

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

**** 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 lеft me, I was so hurt man

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

Free my mans out thе can

If I love you, I'ma love you 'till the end

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

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