[Intro: TK Kravitz]
Yeah, TK Kravitz

[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
Yeah
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you, yeah
You can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you

[Post-Chorus: YNW Melly]
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you
Bad pocket in your closet, I'm gon' suck on you
Teach yo ass with this pistol like a substitute
I don't really wanna talk, I wanna fuck on you
But if you front me any money, I'm gon' bug on you
If you ever try me, swear to God, we pull up on you
And that ain't no motherfucking joke
Big .40, you play with me, bet your insides get poked

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Poked, uh, I'm tryna whip up that dough
She done snort on a boat, she tryna snort on that coke
On the lavender goat, on the lavender throat
And her throat so smooth it smell like loc
Hold on got a bitch, lil' bitch I'm yellow
Oh God damn, I think I'm a feather
Lighter than a bitch but I hit yo ass whenever
Playing with the gang, but you playing with the devil
Fucking with the clique, yo ass get hit
YNW on a whole 'nother level
We ain't really fucking with the other, real shit
And my diamond shining on your bitch
And my diamond shining on your wrist, but you knew since I was a jit
And she wanna go out with the clique, and she wanna fuck on us
'Cause we got a whole lotta, whole lotta drip
Whole lotta blood, whole lotta crip, whole lotta sauce
Whole lotta yellow signs in the mall, bitch don't trip, mhm
Oh trip, mhm, got the drop with the crip, beat the bitch, mhm
Keep on snapping on them boys, timberlands, mhn
You better not motherfucking step on them, hm
My n***as really gon' step with me
And you know the n***a playing the death of us
Death with us, oh yeah, death of us
Spiderweb in yo body, Pi'erre, thinking they left us
Kill the bitch, took the blood, I leave her body in the grave
And that bitch bad, and she'll behave
If you treat her, no treat the bitch just like a slave
I just want a thing, wanna be amazed
Damn yeah, be amazed
And boy you better, ay you better get that bitch
Go on tell 'em
[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
Yeah
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you, yeah
You can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you

[Post-Chorus: YNW Melly & TK Kravitz]
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you
Bad pocket in your closet, I'm gon' suck on you
Teach yo ass with this pistol like a substitute
I don't really wanna talk, I wanna fuck on you
But if you front me any money, I'm gon' bug on you
If you ever try me, swear to God, we pull up on you
And that ain't no motherfucking joke
Big .40, you play with me, bet your insides get poked (Yeah)

[Verse 2: TK Kravitz]
I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way
She crossed the line, but I swear it's okay
'Cause I got bitches who gon' do whatever I say
Wrong or right, but my dawgs know how I play
I got n***as tryna steal my drip, they lurking on my page, what?
Lying to my face man, I swear that shit be gay
Want my bitches go forth west
Fucking with my bros, young n***as lay
This is how it goes
[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
Yeah
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you, yeah
You can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you

[Post-Chorus: YNW Melly]
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you
Bad pocket in your closet, I'm gon' suck on you
Teach yo ass with this pistol like a substitute
I don't really wanna talk, I wanna fuck on you
But if you front me any money, I'm gon' bug on you
If you ever try me, swear to God, we pull up on you
And that ain't no motherfucking joke
Big .40, you play with me, bet your insides get poked

[Verse 3: Yung Tory]
Hello, how you doing? Slanging dough on that bitch
Passing cute, she off drugs, so she keep chewing
Can't find her love, bitch what you doing
Gotta do my guy, bitch there's two of us
I walked in the club, bro go that toolie tucked
I hang around demons but no lucifer
I'm with TK, she said she wanna do bruh
Hello, nice to meet you, pockets fat, Queen Latifa (Woah)
Said she want me, we can meet up, I'm living comfy
I got my feet out, yeah
[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
Yeah
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you, yeah
You can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you
When them hoes see you with me, they gon' hate on you

[Post-Chorus: YNW Melly]
I don't wanna argue, I wanna fuck on you
Bad pocket in your closet, I'm gon' suck on you
Teach yo ass with this pistol like a substitute
I don't really wanna talk, I wanna fuck on you
But if you front me any money, I'm gon' bug on you
If you ever try me, swear to God, we pull up on you
And that ain't no motherfucking joke
Big .40, you play with me, bet your insides get poked