Oh I (feat. Jeremih, Young Thug & Sevyn)

Bongo by the way

Oh, I

You keep that to yourself

Oh, I

You don't trust no one else

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Met her backstage at a Tiller show

She said I got a reputation, I'm that nigga though

She tryna play hard to get, but I'ma get it though

She say she ain't that type of girl, she sendin' pictures though

She get naked on the Snap 'cause it disappear

I seen that pussy for a sec' and I say, "Bring it here"

See the way that I'ma fuck you, you ain't ever did

I'ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain't ever scared

Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?

I'm hopin' you there 'cause all that we got is trust

You got friends, they don't fuck with me like that

So in return I don't fuck with 'em right back

I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two

But I'm only fuckin' you, what you goin' through?

Now you mad, textin' in all caps

Like I just didn't put my kids on your back

Oh, I

You keep that to yourself

The way you do it, baby

It's drivin' me crazy

Oh, I

You don't trust no one else

The way you do it, baby

It's drivin' me crazy

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm so gone off your love, I'm so gone

I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (aw yeah)

I'm so gone off your love and you know

I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (I'm so gone)

I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)

Pour my heart inside your double cup

Out the park when the first batter up

I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let's go, ayy)

I wanna see your boobs thang, here some Jerry beads

Black diamonds in your chain, you American

Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin'

80 thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin

Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain't worth it

Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? (She workin')

No climax from your man? He ain't worth it

Hundred racks on purses, she's mine

Oh, I

You keep that to yourself

The way you do it, baby

It's drivin' me crazy

Oh, I

You don't want no one else

The way you do it, baby

It's drivin' me crazy

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hell yes

Her body talkin' to a nigga, say less

I'm fuckin' up her weave, need a hair net

I'ma put your body on bed rest

Late nights, took her out to Maestro's

She can get the lobster for the backstroke

You know how to love it when I ask though

Make a nigga feel good that it's the last stroke

Oh, I

You keep that to yourself

The way you do it, baby

It's drivin' me crazy

Oh, I

You don't want no one else

The way you do it, baby

It's drivin' me crazy

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah