ILWY Lyrics

(You always look your best)

Running to the bag, like you running from your past, just to pop another tag

Push up on the dash, driving like you wanna crash, tryna see the whip smash

Never mad, never sad, feeling glad 'cause I pulled up to the pad

And I keep a bitch bad but I act real nice, type of guy she never had

Looking yo best

You ain't got a N, when you booking your test

Shouldn't know the rest

In the kitchen wit the fillet, cooking that breast

Couldn't find the X

Digging for some treasure, there's a hook in that chest

Took out that mess

See you moving, I'm a king, he a rook for that chess

Keep my feelings far

'Cause she a tricky hoe

Use her once, write her off, like a sticky note

How i'm rapping, prolly think that I got fifty more

Only one on my mind, she won't let me close

Now i'm popping on your page

Keep it formal with me now i'm popping on your stage

And the whole crowd is jumping like they wanna rage

Love lockdown over, taking my heart out the cage like (Ah)

Running to the bag, like you running from your past, just to pop another tag

Push up on the dash, driving like you wanna crash, tryna see the whip smash

Never mad, never sad, feeling glad 'cause I pulled up to the pad

And I keep a bitch bad but I act real nice, type of guy she never had

Callin & sexting but she ain't with that jazz

Told her "Wait i'm tryna finish homework that's past, due"

You make me think 'bout dropping the whole class

And take you shopping, we could get the popping of both tags

Because, it's been a minute

Since I found somebody who deserve to go & spend it

Decimate my credit, maxing out the debit

Any cash left, girl go ahead & spread it

Like you worked for it

But I could never see you joining up the work force

And it's been that way like way before my first chorus

You just so different that I had to write a verse for it

I'mma say it once, baby

Me & you right now is a maybe

Keep on hitting up my line like "Save me"

Goin ghost on your ass, P Swayze

Okay

Buy the cup, fill it up, lemonade for me

Not enough, you just want some lemon with the tea

Passionfruit mix, i'mma try it 'cause you like it

You been right the whole night, ain't even tryna fight it

Shawty talking to me now like I been knew her

Act like it's true, 'boutta go & redo her

Body hourglass, no wonder I could see through her

Her crib is a detour, pull up, give that D to her (Aye)

Running to the bag, like you running from your past, just to pop another tag

Push up on the dash, driving like you wanna crash, tryna see the whip smash

Never mad, never sad, feeling glad 'cause I pulled up to the pad

And I keep a bitch bad but I act real nice, type of guy she never had

Running to the bag, like you running from your past, just to pop another tag

Push up on the dash, driving like you wanna crash, tryna see the whip smash

Never mad, never sad, feeling glad 'cause I pulled up to the pad

And I keep a bitch bad but I act real nice, type of guy she never had

(Never had)