Getting Guac, middle finger to cops

They say when you meet the one, all the thug should stop

I met this shorty the other morning, on my way in y'all

She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in y'all

BUT, thats the rules, we don't make em, we don't break 'em

I don't sweat em, I forget 'em and find a way to shack 'em

BUT, I put a holla to her, I spit some lava at her

She from the burbs, I'm from the jecks, trust that don't matter

She into books too, I'm off the books for the things I do

But that's between me and you

And I don't really phone tag it alot, I'm in the wagon alot

With different dimes on the passenger side

I'm like...



Chorus:

I love, love that thing you do

And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you

I'm infatuated

And you're my baby, and you complete me

Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later

And keep it gangster....