[Intro : Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh, and Trey Songz]
Slow motion
Graah, what
Like what, like what
We could take, we could take, we could take our time, baby
Like damn, like what
Graah, graah (Graah)
In slow motion
Graah
We could take, we could take, we could take our time, baby
Damn, graah
KR
Look
Damn Eddy

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh ]
She move hot 'cus she know she my boo
Handy Manny, she walk with a tool
She call my phone on the way to the stu'
Like, 'cus she love when I'm up in the booth
And she want me to tell her the truth
She don't like when I tote on a blick
Like, with thе dot I be tweakin' and shit
Lost in my thoughts I be geekin' and shit
Shе a rider she keep her a stick
She upset said her ex is a bitch
When you see me get to runnin' rick
And she said she don't like when I tote on the grip
Slip it in give a fuck if it fit
So-Soft skin got my thumb on her ribs
She a slut I'm in love with her moan
I think of you when I'm feeling alone

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh ]
Niggas all on my dick, now they drid
Remember days I was stayed in the field
I was just tryna get me a mil'
And I'm clutching my chrome, heart got a shield
Real hate, but I know the real
Fake love but I see through the fake
Eyes right can't see through the shades
I feel like 50 In 2008
Shorty so bad how she walk in the party
Got me feeling like she is a barbie
On my dick 'cus they know that I shitted
If you looking for death I'ma give you a ticket
Beam on the gun can't miss it
But I miss all the times we was laughin'
She told me to keep on rappin'
"You gonna win, give a fuck if they jack it"

[Verse 3: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh ]
If he lackin' we givin' him stitches
She still 'oot when she off of Bacardi
She gon' dance when she hold on the Smith'n
I be geekin' and I am not sorry
Off the Notti she trynna get naughty
Let's go to pound town take us a trip
She gave it up put choke on my dick
She a thot put the gun on her lip
No remorse when I tote on the stick
Shorty a demon the gun in her Ricks
When we fuck, it just start with a kiss
That boy a goose, he been duckin' me since
And how could you run on your mans
I put the beam on his face like a tan
Dee too geeked, might dump out the van
With a .30 I feel like the what?
Bitch I'm bussin', going insane
That bitch a demon she play with my brain
And they told me that I ain't the same
Playing chess but this shit not a game
Night time, can't see through the rain
Roll up the Dotty to breathe through the pain
They like Carter you ain't been the same
I'm a demon I cannot be tamed, grah

[Outro: Kyle Richh and Trey Songz]
(Wonder why niggas talk on my name)
(Keep my gun and my bitch on my lap)
(Like she a thot put the blick on her back)
(Like what put the dick in her back)
(My bitch a baddie the grip in her lap)
(Spin through, I'ma 'oot from a distance)
(Told bro don't stop keep clicking, like)
(And this beam got a scope can't miss 'em)
(Why he runnin' told Ta "go blitz 'em")
(He on a date, put the beam on his bitch then)
(Like what I be itchin' to drench 'em)
(I know you got all dressed up for the club)