Dear girl 2 roads down, I think I’m into that little swag you hold down
No I’m quiet, you ain’t know this shit, but you know now
Them titties balloons, puty and your culo round
I see you on the bus, but I be too shy to say shit
Heard you tell your girls bout your boy and how we ain’t shit
How you faked it, when y’all fuck how he make slick
Comments bout your airing outfit, when he hates it
Damn nigga, I oughta punch him in his mouth yo
You should be with me and I can show you how to count dough
Dick long, come passion ease like …
Got a little car grill look like a mouth closed
Cheaper at the house, though, niggas is a mess here
Take it to the lake and that, and we can have sex there
12 grade swagging, good grades and hoops too
Get your boyfriend robbed, he gonna get his loot loosed
Running back to you lion, no movies or 6 flags
Bitches, talking like he tough and got his shit snatched
Anyway, lunch day dreaming at you all day
Walk into the locker looking at you in the hallway
All way, dress in robin jeans, part as double strap
Loving that, your fine ass, looking like a hundred racks
We can talk about your day and study what we sit though
Miss so and so, how he annoying the shit go
Or how the principle fuck around with the gym teach
All bark, all bite, big teeth, it’s neat, get me
I’m genuine as leather my, lucky Dominique 
And niggas gotta say it 7 times, ah.