Girl, I been up for three days
Tears been running like a relay
Got thoughts of him and her on replay
And this liquor got me good and crazy

I swear I tried
I tried and tried
Tonight we ride
And when we find, we slashin' tires

I know he been creepin' on the low
Been mobbin' on the low
Now I found out
Shit, now we gotta go

He think he low key slick
Creepin' with his low key chick
Give me back my door key, bih
He think he low key slick

I held him down
I held him down
But now I know I went too far
To wait around

He think he low key slick
Give me back my door key, bih
I ain't fuckin' with it no more

I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
(This liquor got me good and crazy)

I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
(This liquor got me good and crazy)

You know what it is
You know what it is
I don't fuck around, why you play with the kid?
Why you play with the kid?

You better come out here before I come in
Before I come in
I am from vietnam, so crazy we is
Crazy we is

She ain't gon' do you like I do
Why you in her face?
Tonight, we bet' not find your car
Over by her place

Damn right, I'm right
'Cause you been creepin' on the low
Been mobbin' on the low
Now I found out
Shit, now we gotta go

He think he low key slick
Creepin' with his low key chick
Give me back my door key, bih
He think he low key slick

I held him down
I held him down
But now I know I went too far
To wait around

He think he low key slick
Give me back my door key, bih
I ain't fuckin' with it no more

I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
(This liquor got me good and crazy)

I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
I ain't fuckin' with it no more
(This liquor got me good and crazy)

Might go lorena bobbitt
Ch-choppy-choppy-choppy
Boy, you got me started
And you can't even stop it

Let's hit the atm
And get some bail money
'Cause the bitch you with
Probably gon' tell on me

I'm with my best friend
She yellin' worldstar!
Hashtag, it's going down
You pissed your girl off

I'm on my way to you
And you don't even know
Got the address out your text message
Boy, I'm at the door

Thought you was low key slick
Creepin' with your low key chick
Now give me back my door key, bih
He think he low key slick

I held him down
I held him down
But now I know I went too far
To wait around

He think he low key slick
Give me back my door key, bih
I ain't fuckin' with it no more