Who Are You

I know you wanna take me home
But you gotta get, get, get
But you owe me dick, dick, dick
I can feel your intentions (Who are you)
You ain't gon' make it to my phone
Everything click, click, clicked
By the way he licked his lips
I can feel his intentions (Uh-uh, who are you)

When he hit my DM, it's always at 10:30 PM
After I posted a trap
Took me a sec to see why he did
Then, I closed it and laughed (Ha ha)
You're way too old and you're way too grown
To be openin' apps, sending me pics
Of your boner and selfies of you in a mirror
I don't wanna have, it's unattractive
I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't
Fuck him, take home a taxi, lying 'bout G's
He don't got, nigga, please, could you stop
I can see in your hand those are keys to a Camry
Please, understand me
You can't motivate a bitch with food
I'm not a dog, but I'm begging you
Up and away, I am very moved
And flattered
And appalled, it's a pattern
You devolved to a child
With the complex and the baggage
You ain't bagging, doesn't matter
When you badger and you lose some
And you win none, you get sour
Nigga, where the fuck are your manners

I know you wanna take me home
But you gotta get, get, get
But you owe me dick, dick, dick
I can feel your intentions (Who are you)
You ain't gon' make it to my phone
Everything click, click, clicked
By the way he licked his lips
I can feel his intentions (Uh-uh, who are you)