You can't, you have
You can't, you have
(I'm so—)

Real T, baby daddy tryna creep on me
Every dog gon' roam, if you let 'em off the leash
Gotta hit 'em up style, Cantrell on the beat
Miss thing so hot, turn down that heat
Like sheesh, no peace when I pump up the stre

Cakey don’t kiss ass but my nigga do
I’m overseas sun tanning on a yacht cruise
In Manila in my loafers made a baboon
Fuck a nigga so good he went and copped two
Black pitbull eye color sky blue
Bought him out in Tokyo named him haiku
So cunt potty trained him with the bi

Niggas never been an issue
Fuckin with my mental
Bitch I drop bombs with the lead from my pencil
Wasn't accidental or coincidental
While I'm sitting hot at the top
So official
Cos when I spit it's like napalm
I'm hella bent on lean in my Raybans
Where my right han

Ayy-yeah
You ready?

Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so crazy)
Come and switch up the tempo

Spring was never waiting for us, dear
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages we would rest
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down

He only want me for my good good
He only want me for my goodie goodies
He only want me for my good good
He only want me for my goodie goodies

Lets get it straight swerve up in it
This nigga tryna dig me out in his Honda civic
Want it I’m with it the cocky got me climbin

Previously on, IMF
We find our protagonist sinking, in a deep pool
Drowning, in his emotions and pleasures
Here's um

I want you
I need you
Can I have ya?

I'm really sick of niggas, strict loose lizards
Pure venom on me, chicken gizzards
Keep a hot cold, tr

[Calore]
Keep it goin', keep it goin', stop playin' wit it (stop playin' wit it)
Keep it goin', keep it goin' why you playin' wit it? (why you playin' wit it?)
Keep it goin', keep it goin', stop playin' wit it (stop playin' wit it)
Keep it goin', keep it goin' why you playin' wit

Go

I tend to mind my business, when I'm minding my business
Oh the faggots they senseless, leave them on they benches
Niggas talk in Benzes, killer talk in ends, it's
Foreign names on my frame, casting shade through my lenses
This nigga on some other shit, fronting like he

Bump in the cut no k for me
Know a couple they thems wanna bang my beat
Tryna eat it off the bone in my hotel suite
Face and body got me looking like a masterpiece
Fem-top get me hot off your frequency
Soul to soul like we chatting over esp
Now watch me slow whine over wi

Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn't keep it buck, I'm sorry so...
Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
Promoters got my money so it's

M-M-M-M-Mighty Mark

Skin-toned Keisha in the two-seater
Windows are tinted black, like my features run back in time
I know I'm the reason the girls could work outside of pride season
Left my man, I'm back on the market
Pull up to my bumper, no time to park it
That one n

Skin toned keisha in a two-seater
Windows is tinted black like my features
Run back your time, I know I'm the reason
The girls could work outside of pride season
Left my man, now I'm back on the market
Pull up to my bumper, no time to park it
That one there right there is

Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow

High design in a low-rise jean
I hear you doin' strange things just to get to the cream
The scene callin' me the GOAT 'cause I spit supreme
Been all around t

You don't wanna get popped for no reason
A bitch like me I tip down every season
Fags on the scene that you bland, no season
See a cunt, but the cunt easy like a tweezin
When I see this bitch I can't help but start skeezing
Step out on the scene bitches pale like they bleachi

Guillotine
Head-gone
I'm talking greezy
I'm slept on
In the club getting saucy with a redbone
Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone

Atomic bomber ex-prima donna in Gucci colors
My queen, I'm as saucy as saunas in the Bahamas
People know when I want it I do it

Full lips and tongue dipped in raw nectar
Keep it cold outside 'cause I can't sweat ya
Get him hot, shoot ya shot, it's no pressure
Oiled up and ribbed just for your pleasure
Tryna ease inside just to undress ya
Went from DM to my couch leather
Fetishize my waistline, a t