(It's so hard for me to open up, open up My heart locked it up)

Um, yeah, who fuckin' with us? Tell me, who fuckin' with us

And you not the gang, back the fuck up Bitch, I'm Shanay! Nice to meet ya

You might not realize that I'm goin' up

All of my brothers, they knowin' what's up

I'm in the stu', I'm not hittin' the club

I know she like when I'm hittin' it rough

Yeah, you can try, but you can't take the sauce Climb up on board, nigga, we takin' off

Live in the East, got fam in the South

Blowin' my phone, what the fuck it's about

Didn't know me, well, now you do now

Get to the bag with a gang of my own

Once I do that, buy my parents a home

She just hit up my phone

She just told me that she home alone

I slide, and I hit, I didn't head home

But that's my baby, so tell me what's wrong

You must have thought she was some average hoe

No, swear that my baby be cold

Froze, my brother's servin' the highs and lows I'm tryna see how fast I can go

My brother's servin' the highs and lows

Not with the fleet, then leave me alone

My brother's servin' the highs and lows

It's nice to meet you, Shanay on the phone

My brother's servin' the highs and lows

Losing my trust, I'm outta control

(No)

(Open up, open up)

(My heart, locked it up)

Um, yeah, who fuckin' with us? Tell me, who fuckin' with us

And you not the gang, back the fuck up Bitch, I'm Shanay! Nice to meet ya

You might not realize that I'm goin' up

All of my brothers, they knowin' what's up

I'm in the stu', I'm not hittin' the club

I know she like when I'm hittin' it rough

Yeah, you can try, but you can't take the sauce Climb up on board, nigga, we takin' off

Live in the East, got fam in the South

Blowin' my phone, what the fuck it's about

Didn't know me, well, now you do now

Get to the bag with a gang of my own

Once I do that, buy my parents a home

She wanna fuck with me, I let her fuck with me

Now she stuck to me like glue

Don't even know what I'm gon' do

I think I like her, yeah, she kinda cool

They eat up the sauce like that shit was some soup

You think that you smart, but I'm not a fool Japanese denim and Ricky the shoes

I got a Gen5, lil' boy ima' shoot