Lil' bae, come here, yeah (woah)
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil' bae, your shit's some kill, yeah (bae, your shit's some kill)
Bae, your shit too poppin'
Lil' bae, your shit for real, yeah (lil' bae, your shit for real)
Bae, you're super top
When I met you, I could tell, yeah (woah, woah)
We was flockin' home, we would put shit on that scale, yeah (on that scale)
Bae, I used to be thirsty, tryna make it out of hell, yeah (out of hell)
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain't gon' feel like an L, yeah
Pussy ain't got no smell, yeah (two words, keep goin', baby)

Baby, please tell me I can put this on your wrist? (On your wrist, Cartier)
'Cause you that type of bih (bih)
Fuck you 'til you never love nobody else again (no, not love again)
That ain't what I meant (yeah-yeah)
All I know is brick like I ain't tryin' hit the net (net)
I could fuck your bitch and I ain't tryin', that's a flex, yeah
Yeah-yeah, he buffin' up, I put that iron on his chest, yeah (boom-boom)

Shaw-shawty, I can put you penthouse 'cause I work for it (yeah, I work for it)
I can't let no bitch get in house 'less she work for it (work for it)
Everything I did, I did for gang and me (gang and me)
You get strange with me, I'm off that
All this, all this pussy feel the same to me (woah)
Baby, please tell me you gon' fuck me better than my ex (than my ex, than my ex, yeah)
So I can put you on that jet (jet)
Bust that pussy open, I'ma beat it 'til it wreck ('til it wreck)
But you, but you gotta fuck me back, yeah
How you love that nigga? Me and him, we not the same (same)
We-we, we can split them racks, I ain't gon' do that for no lame bih (lame)
Fly you out the country, fuck me in a different language (different language)
Bust down on stainless for real, shawty (ooh-ooh-oh)

Baby, please tell me I can put this on your wrist? (On your wrist, Cartier)
'Cause you that type of bih (bih)
Fuck you 'til you never love nobody else again (no, not love again)
That ain't what I meant (yeah-yeah)
All I know is brick like I ain't tryin' hit the net (net)
I could fuck your bitch and I ain't tryin', that's a flex, yeah
Yeah-yeah, he buffin' up, I put that iron on his chest, yeah (boom-boom)

Lil' bae, come here, yeah (woah)
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil' bae, your shit's some kill, yeah (bae, your shit's some kill)
Bae, your shit too poppin'
Lil' bae, your shit for real, yeah (lil' bae, your shit for real)
Bae, you're super top
When I met you, I could tell, yeah (woah, woah)
We was flockin' home, we would put shit on that scale, yeah (on that scale)
Bae, I used to be thirsty, tryna make it out of hell, yeah (out of hell)
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain't gon' feel like an L, yeah
Pussy ain't got no smell, yeah (two words, keep goin', baby)

Bae, I got options but you gon' have me locked in
The way that pussy poppin'
Ain't gon' say I love you, lil' baby, I love that sloppy
Lil' bae, that pussy wappin', finna eat it up like hibachi
Bae, I'm by my lonely
You can bring that bitch you ride with (ride with)
Know y'all be on y'all thot shit
Bae, I just wanna watch it (I just wanna watch it)
I'll be way too gone, lil' baby, we in the tropics
You be on that wild shit, bust it down like my watches (yeah, yeah, bae, woah)
Can't confide in you, what you tryin' here, bae? (What you tryin'?)
Bust your AP 'cause maybe time heal, bae (time heal)
Coupe be slidin' in, what you cryin' in, bae? (Cryin' in)
Put-put, put your diamonds, fuck the violins, bae (woah, oh)
I gotta bring my fire in if we gone dine in, bae
Know this shit get dogged out, we gon' try again, bae (woah, woah-woah)
Know that I'll go all out, that's what time it is, bae (yeah)
You know what this is, bae, why you treatin' me weird, bae?

Lil' bae, come here, yeah (woah)
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil' bae, your shit's some kill, yeah (bae, your shit's some kill)
Bae, your shit too poppin'
Lil' bae, your shit for real, yeah (lil' bae, your shit for real)
Bae, you're super top
When I met you, I could tell, yeah (woah, woah)
We was flockin' home, we would put shit on that scale, yeah (on that scale)
Bae, I used to be thirsty, tryna make it out of hell, yeah (out of hell)
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain't gon' feel like an L, yeah
Pussy ain't got no smell, yeah (yeah)

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Writer(s): Brandon Rainey, Dante Guzzi, Randy De Boer, Yoran de Haan