Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I don't pick a brain, I pick a fight
She can pick the dish, I pick the side
And she claim I'm throwing off her vibe
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch you know I never chose a vibe
You can pick the place, I pick the night
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I don't got no issue with a flight
If I see you slipping, it's goodnight
And you gon have to find your own flight
(Go and find that shit)
I don't win the race, I win the life
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Move all the distractions to the right
(Get 'em out of here)
I won't ever tell you if I'm right
(I won't ever, no)
But baby you gon notice it alright
(You gon notice it)
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with a knife
(Bitch I'm in it oh)
Yeah I'm on a mission I can't cover up
I start blowing kisses
Watch my mentions start to bubble up
If they too big, I'ma tell my socks to double up
Yeah we good friends
But we still might have to cuddle up
I said don't bend, baby you gon start some trouble up
If it gets good
I'ma tell her ass to buckle up
On the same team
In between you know we huddle up, we huddle up
Yeah we huddle huddle huddle up
Yeah we huddle huddle huddle up
Yeah we huddle huddle huddle up
Oh, I don't want it on the side
Oh shit
I like all my drama on the side
Watch me pull my hair off to the side
They ain't in the game, they on the side
I don't take no comments from the side
Yeah I got the shine, I can't hide
They won't ever find me alive
Told her she could find me tonight
Knew the whole time that I lied