[Intro]
Ayy, she was geeked up
I was dippin' that club, man I was dippin'
Oh my God, there go Michelle, goddamn
Go talk to her
No, bro, you know I like her
Go talk to her then
Ayy, be quiet, stand next to me, stand next to me
Bruh, what? Chill out, bro, go...
Bro, be quiet, dude
Go talk to her, n***a
Alright, but when class over, you ain't gon' be able to talk

[Chorus]
Told her, I can't front 'bout it
With these hoes on my dick, I can't front 'bout it
Baby girl ass fat, I can't front 'bout it
And these n***as' swag wack, I can't front 'bout it, ayy
I can't front but I do want Y-O-U
I can't front but I do want Y-O-U
I can't front but I do want Y-O-U
I can't front but I do want Y-O-U

[Verse]
Ayy, and I'm cool with that, is you cool with that?
'Cause I'm cool with that
You a fine lil' thing, that fat, and that fat
Ayy, from the back, that shit fat, shit fat
I'm runnin' to it, run it back, run it back, ayy
I'ma throw it, bitch, I'm a quarterback
Ayy, see the swag, peep the swag
Get the swag, get the swag
Hopefully you can motherfuckin' rock the swag
Ride my dick, do somethin' freaky
Let a n***a kneel, fuckin' lick it
On that punani
'Cause that make a n***a happ-happy
[Chorus]
Told her, I can't front 'bout it
With these hoes on my dick, I can't front 'bout it
Baby girl ass fat, I can't front 'bout it
And these n***as' swag wack, I can't front 'bout it, ayy