Yeah, yeah
Ayy, I feel like Travis Barker, tatted up, head to toe (head to toe)
Relajando with this bih from Mexico (Mexico)
Back then I couldn't even switch my clothes (no)
Now I got shit you never seen (yeah) in my wardrobe

I put her in Chanel for her birthday (for her birthday)
I swear to God, I need you in the worst way (in the worst way)
Yeah, and she don't ever act fake (don't ever act fake)
She keep it realer than my brothers, that's a damn shame (shame)

Yeah, I can't even trust a soul (a soul)
I don't even trust myself, so fuck everyone else
I thought I was better off on my own (my own)
But you good for my health, I don't need nobody else
They see me hoppin' out a car (out a car), there go a star (go a star)
I'm with my niggas and they strapped up like some guards
She get paranoid, every time that we apart
She think that I'm cheatin', no, I wouldn't break your heart
I only love you and my rackies (rackies)
She's such a freak, suck my dick inside the backseat (yeah)
Yeah, that's just my type (just my type)
I hope we die at the same fuckin' time (time)

Ayy, I feel like Travis Barker, tatted up, head to toe (head to toe)
Relajando with this bih from Mexico (Mexico)
Back then I couldn't even switch my clothes (no)
Now I got shit you never seen (yeah) in my wardrobe

I put her in Chanel for her birthday (for her birthday)
I swear to God, I need you in the worst way (in the worst way)
Yeah, and she don't ever act fake
She keep it realer than my brothers, that's a damn shame

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Writer(s): Jazz Ishmael Butler