You (feat. Bryson Tiller)

Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh

Yeah, Tiller, whoa

And Young Lola, controller, come closer

Mad pretty, make me lose composure

Tad tipsy, won't you come over?

Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober

True, know I see you come over (you know I see you over there, there, there?)

Uh-uh, uh-uh

I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (brown skin bitch)

And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (hey, baby)

Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (whoa)

Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brr)

Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (for my baby boy)

Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy (favorite toy)

I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (uh)

Give it to him raw (uh), no drawers, no latex (uh, uh)

Yeah, I got him butt-naked for me waitin' at home (waitin' at home)

Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (if he takin' too long)

Told him, "Put my name on it" (yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan

Smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne

Ha, huh, I'm yours for the summer

Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby

Things I wanna do to you, baby

You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you

Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face

Shit gettin' more intense than Election Day

What I expect today is good neck, hood sex

Stop callin' his phone, bitch, he catchin' up on rest (uh)

Fuckin' with me is a W, fuck him at the W

The way you cummin' quick seems to trouble you

I want a rough neck nigga that's nasty

My sex drive wild and this ass is immaculate

Put it in my, uh, nigga stabbin' it

A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin' magic tricks

Foot on neck (yeah), hand on frontal (frontal)

Got him bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (yeah, ooh-ooh)

I'm yours for the summer (hey)

Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby

Things I wanna do to you, baby

You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you (hey)

Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, Tiller

Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah

Young Lola, controller, come closer

Mad pretty, make me lose composure

Tad tipsy, won't you come over?

Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober

True, you know I see you come over (you know I see you over there, there, there?)