Pour the dro up, she text me ,Gripping on my soul, she a fiesty , 12 Am she gon ask me, Deep up in my mind I been guesing ,Babe i understand you can come with your best friend. Shawty till the night ends, We deciding , prolly undecided Then we slide in Cause i dont wanna feel like am the biggest in the room Got a bank rule aint choose, Delusional niggas acting off of they cruz(They acting), step into the ground they gon snooze, live life fuck a white bitch in the cooche, (Watchu saying man), Lean upon my soul what you choose, stories untold wanna hear em in your room (I wanna hear) , got a side kick for my shoes. I dont wan visit my gran cause she aint really gang and she acting delusional, i dont wan think bout the days when you left and a nigga be feeling emotional..........