[Verse 2]
All the commotion made him sober up
They told him his hoes was fightin' in the club
Chris like, "Nigga, fight for what?
That wasn't my ho, we ain't never fucked"
His homie like, "I don't know, this shit a dub
But the bitch was for sure tryna tell you somethin'"
"Huh, nigga, tell me what?"
"Shit, I don't know," "Naw, nigga, tell me what?"
Then Chris like, "Fuck that, we gone
Where Tiffany? Tell her ass come on, come on
We got a long drive home"
So they walked to the car with her ass, Tiff alone
But in the car, they ain't even speak
Soon as Tiffany got in, she fell asleep
Chris drivin', laid back in his seat
Thinkin' how he finna beat them cheeks
Thinkin' she ain't know she met a freak
Finna give this girl all technique
Then he pulled up to his street
Woke Tiffany up like, "We
Made it to the crib, girl, this where I live, girl
It's a given and, um, I'm here to give, girl
Yeah, give you somethin' in your ribs, girl
'Cause I been waiting all night for this, girl
Come a lil' closer, gimme kiss, girl
Damn, you look good bitin' on your lips, girl"
Super thick, put his hands on her hips like
"Do you know how to drive stick, girl?"
Kissin' and touchin', kissin' and touchin'
3 in the morning, so, um, Chris was rushin'
Chris pulled his pants down, she was blushin'
She was rubbin' on his woody
He like, "Is it creamy? Is it pudding?"
Off with her clothes, he was pullin'
She like, "Wait, I got somethin' to tell you"
"What?" "I'm a trans woman"
"What?"
"I'm a trans woman"
[Outro]
You motherfuck— bring your— bitch, where the fuck you goin'?
Bring your motherfuckin' ass here right now, bitch, you said you's a motherfuckin' what?
[Part II]
[Intro]
No, please, please, please, I'm— ah, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry
Fuck your sorry, you disrespectful motherfucker, you disrespectful motherfucker
No, I'm sorry, I swear, I should've told you
I should've told you, please don't hurt me
Please don't hurt me, please
Bitch, you had your motherfuckin' time, bitch
You had your fuckin' time, bitch
[Chorus]
I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead
Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head
Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight
Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger
Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga
.223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight