Boy Bye (feat. Lucky Daye)

Good morning, y'all
 You're sweet like mangoes
 Sweet like mangoes, huh?
 Yeah
 You so fuckin' fake
 Say it with you chest, say what you mean, stop playin' with me
 I'm not playin', see, that's the problem, like
 I ain't playin' either, shit
 That's, that's the problem like
 But I'm not hearin' the fucked up shit you sayin', but
 Talkin' all that shit, where your girl at? (Pssh)
 You are way too fine, to be alone (why, thank you, thank you, I appreciate that)
 Girl, with all that ass and no one behind it, oh
 I'm just wonderin' if I can walk you home (home, home)
 Boy, bye
 Thinkin' you gon' come inside
 Boy, bye
 Not tonight
 Woah, now
 Can't say it ain't worth a try
 It feels right
 I'm tryna make you mine, oh
 Shit, girl, give me your number, let me follow you or somethin' (yeah)
 I actually got a man, yeah
 Uh, really? (Mmm)
 You playin'? (Nah, I'm good)
 That's cap, come on (oop, my phone just died)
 Okay, okay, I get it
 Talkin' all that shit, where your ride at?
 'Cause I got someone waitin' upstairs
 Girl, you fuckin' lyin', I ain't talkin' Cujo, hey
 Why don't you let me inside so I can take you there? Oh
 Those lines belong in 1995 (oh)
 Just like them funky Nikes (ooh)
 Girl, why you got me workin' from 9-to-5? (Hey)
 With those wrong socks
 Them toes just bussin' out them slides, ba-da-da (yo)
 (You ain't think I saw that) shut up, I forgot my Dr. Scholl's
 Dr. No (fuck you)
 Nah, it's cool, I'm joshin', I'm joshin'
 I fuck with you, like, mmm, what's up?
 Ooh, I don't know you
 True, I like you (I do)
 Ooh, I don't know you (I don't know)
 True, I like you (I like you, baby)
 I know you're playin' with me (I know)
 I know you've been hangin' with (no, no)
 Casey, Georgette, and Judy (yeah)
 I don't know who you think you are foolin'
 Ooh, not me
 Stop playin' with my time, mmm
 I know you think that I'm shady
 I want you to be my baby
 Sunsets, big daydreamin' lately
 Girl, I think of you on the daily
 She said that I look better with her eyes closed
 I said, "Be careful where you walk, baby, there's potholes"
 Touch is soft like shea butter, cocoa melanin color (ooh)
 Go crazy when we cut up, only think that I know (uh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
 You a secret rapper?
 Huh? (oh, no)
 I don't date those so
 A secret rapper? I mean, I'm rappin' too, you know, but, like (oh, no)
 Man, come on now (no)
 I can't just talk to you? Like, let me open up, I'm being vulnerable shit (no-no, no-no)
 Boy, hush (come on)
 You probably ain't never had real love before
 Uh, no, like, that's a thing, like, I have
 And that's why I can tell this is givin' you fraudulent, it's givin'
 I don't even bring baggage from other spots but over here, baby
 Like, I'm tryna fuck on some fresh shit, you feel me?
 There's no projection, I just can tell by your erection that (mmm)
 This is shady
 But I ain't gon' pass on that ass, you know what I'm sayin'? I'ma hit the gas (ooh, ooh)
 That was like (you know what I mean?)
 Man, it was like, hahaha
 That was really good, like
 My angel, angel (okay)
 And I love all your angles, angles