Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck
If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck
NBA draft, and you still can't fuck
You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck
Call me a slut, and you still won't
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't
Fuck
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these bitches, like, wow, I'm wildin'
I'm not on Bumble, I'm not on Raya
Can't get no neck or no back, you ain't [?]
Checkin' these bitches like Cookinwitkya
All these emotions, it's not that serious
City girls up, boys on they period
I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious
And no, I don't text back, he say he in love, go get a tat
Yeah, now niggas know I talk back, yeah, these niggas know that I'm that
Yeah, these niggas know what it is, all these hoes know I'm they bitch
Candace Owen somewhere pissed
Kiss my what? Nigga, get bent
Sis, what are you bringing to the table?
I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby, sprinkle, sprinkle
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck
If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck
NBA draft, and you still can't fuck
You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck
Call me a slut, and you still won't
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't
Fuck
