Too real for the waters, how you make me puke
Whippiiin’ in the car with you, you, you
F*ckboy, thought I told you not to hit me up
If it’s past two, I can’t look at you (f*ck it)
Way too many feels, way too many feels
But I will ’cause you’re too true
Wrist, wrist, wrist, whippin’ in the car with you.
No-no-no-no, hey, I still f*ck with you
I’m just bein’ real, can I keep it real?
Phone lit, past three, see you say what’s up
It’s good luck, when I’m like, “Oh, what’s up with you?”
(x10) Whippiiin’ in the car with you, you, you.
Don’t hit me past one ’cause I might come
Chanel bag, cop it, I don’t f*ckin’ want it
I got a problem and it sucks, boy
(x10) Whippin’ in the car with you, you, you.
I don’t need that bullsh*t in your wallet.
Poppin’ on your voicemail goin’ dumb
O.T., I’m in love with the f*ckboys
You, you, you, youuu.