Screw It

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Trauma Tone)
Tell her she get it goin', just slow it down a little bit, uh
(9-10 beats) one time

I'm just, trynna turn her out for the weekend
I got an old school whip we can creep in
We could kick it 'til the sun come up
If she really tryna fuck I got a room she can sleep in
This ain't nuthin' that she used to
I'm tryna connect just like a Bluetooth
And get off on her spine and break it down
Flip it over, beat it up from behind up above the ground

H-Town knockin' these boots
Got it so wet, I think I need a Sea-doo
Swimmin', swimmin', swimmin' in the pussy
If her body was a show, I'd have to book it
Four legs and cornbread sweeter than a sundae on Sunday with chocolate chip cookies
After I give ya what ya need from your head to your feet, please tell me you're cookin'

Yeah-yeah, fix a nigga a plate, yeah-yeah, fix a nigga a plate
I got the kinda appetite to eat you out of house and home
The hunger still stron' even if I done ate
Like yeah yeah, fix a nigga a drink, yeah yeah, fix a nigga a drink
The liquor got it goin', professional with the strokin'
If she keep her mouth open, she gon' tell me how I taste

Like whoa, I aim, I aim on the low
I came with a chain and the grill, let it show
Shinin' the diamonds, her beauty is blindin'
I hit her with the wood, I have her body on glow
I know your man don't do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it right
Don't let this be the last time you're reachin' orgasm
I'm not that far away, you can call me anytime

Like I got another call, hold on
It's the wrong number, should I go on?
Give you the kind of memory that you can roll on
Do it yourself whenever you miss me like so long
Figure a hot bath, a better day than them lame niggas
Watchin' porn wishin' you could change with them
You ain't gettin' freaky for no reason
And all you wanna do is come and shake 'til you're sleepin'

I know, I know, I know, I know what you need, yeah
I know, I know, I know, I know you want to be, yeah, with Krizzle