Slo Mo

And maybe I could know you better

And maybe I could get you wetter

I know you a stripper, baby, I ain't jealous

I put you in Dior, probably or Margiela

Like what? Like damn

Like, baby, tell me what you tell 'em Baby I'm shittin', yeah, I do it better

I tote a G lock, wifey tote the pepper

Uh, damn, what

Like damn, what

Like damn, like damn, damn

Like what? Like damn

Like what? Like damn

Like what? Like damn

She tellin' me to go slow

But I'm just tryna go beat her back in

I cannot do me no shows

Unless they givin' me a back end

I cannot love with no ho

I know these bitches be straggin'

I know these bitches be, what

I know these bitches be cappin

They cannot go where I go

They cannot smoke what I smoke

She say that I do the most

I had just hopped out the Ghost

Once I hopped up in the Rolls

I had ended her throat

She said, Dollaz, you the goat

Damn, like what

I could probably love you better

I could probably get you wetter

I know you a stripper, baby, I ain't jealous

I put you in Dior, probably on Margiela

Like what? Like damn

Like, baby, tell me what you tell 'em

Mr I'm shittin', yeah, I do it better

I tote the G lock, wifey tote the pepper

Foreign my sneakers got me euro steppin'

Never in G.A always in a section

Damn, what? Like damn

Like what? Like damn

Like what? Like damn

Like what? Like damn

Like what? Like yeah, yeah, yeah