 Yeah, she talks bitch, I suppose, right up until I, right on the nose, she trying to fuss, still a take this night on rosé, it's a go, go, go. Gave her the disc, claim her don't fall in love, she gave me that persuasion, not for high on drugs, I'm finna take her somewhere till these don't come, it ain't no after party, just being shawty.