[Intro: Kyle Richh & XXXTENTACION]
Damn, lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin’ shit
Ooh-ooh-ooh, got you grindin' all on that
Ooh-ooh-ooh, got you grindin' all on that (Glah)
Ridin’ on that thang, make a young nigga eyes roll in my brain
What we gon' do-ooh-ooh? Got you grindin' all on that
Ridin' on that thang, make a young nigga eyes roll in my brain (Fuck it, you ain't mean shit to me, I got money, they treatin' me differently)
What we gon' do-ooh-ooh? I can barely keep control (Like, look what you did to me, you put the demon right into me)

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
I-I don't know if she feelin’ me (I don’t know)
And she hate that I'm stuck in my ways
Told bro that these bitches insane
Lost in my thoughts, I be goin’ insane
S-she like, "Why you can't answer my call?"
I can't text, baby, I'm on the plane
Glah, but I cannot blame you
I blame the person who raised you

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
And if she for the streets
I don’t think that is the woman for me
She a bird, all on the block
She don't know better, her mom is a thot
Told my bitch, "I like you a lot
And the sun not the reason you hot
I love the way that you move
I think of you when I'm not in the mood"
Mama told me, "Do not play with your food"
But I got a thing for that 'ussy
Lock that door, we gon' fuck up the room
Damn, too good to be true
All these bitches, they fuck up my trust
And it don't be love, it be lust
I'm just prayin' I find me my India

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh & Jay Gwuapo]
Pop a 30 to see through the pain
Like 2 a.m., I be thinkin' she missin' me
I'm in love with your life, if you listening
Like, look what the fuck you done did to me
Fuck it, you ain't mean shit to me
(I got money, they treatin' me differently
Like, look what you did to me
You put the demon right into me; like)

[Verse 3: Jay Gwuapo]
I ain't cuffin' a thot, I need a Barbie, you gon' go right with the rest of them bitches
Stay with my knocks, feel like the king of New York, 'cause I'm really the best in this shit
Gave her the dick, she keep on callin' my phone, ain't no time to be stressin' a bitch
Fuck all the opps, I keep on fuckin' these bitches, so I fell in love with this shit
Baby, I'm heartless, I gotta stick to myself, I don't think I'm ready for you
I know you made for the streets, God ain't make you for me, I'm just telling the truth
They know we GBG gang, y'all niggas better stop playing, y'all know what we do
Free all my niggas that's locked, no, I can't wait 'til they touch, I'ma wait for my crew

[Bridge: Jay Gwuapo]
Nigga
Glah, glah

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
And if she for the streets
I don't think that is the woman for me
She a bird, all on the block
She don't know better, her mom is a thot
Told my bitch, "I like you a lot
And the sun not the reason you hot
I love the way that you move
I think of you when I'm not in the mood"
Mama told me, "Do not play with your food"
But I got a thing for that 'ussy
Lock that door, we gon' fuck up the room
Damn, too good to be true
All these bitches, they fuck up my trust
And it don't be love, it be lust
I'm just prayin' I find me my India

[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
Ridin' on that thang, make a young nigga eyes roll in my brain
What we gon' do-ooh-ooh? Got you grindin' on all that
Ridin' on that thang, make a young nigga eyes roll in my brain
What we gon' do-ooh-ooh? I can barely keep control