You

[Verse 1: Don Toliver,
Travis Scott
Both
You couldn’t get any better, baby
Ooh, ooh
Your lips taste like candy cane, do tell
Ooh, ooh, ooh
You’re my baby (Yeah)
So impatient, when I’m gone, you waitin'
Please, don’t make me think of it
Like a game with a defense (
Yeah
You talk to me dirty, I’m talkin' back like a reflex (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
oh-oh)
I know you love to play games (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh), but it ain’t no recess
Around my town, they know my name (Ah, ah, ah), I put it on Jesus
I booked your plane, to come my way
I gotta meet ya
Starrin' in my musical, without no feature
Do me a favor (Do me a favor), and call a nigga back (A nigga)
I can’t contain ya (I can’t cont—)
'Cause you’ve been in your bag (You been in your—)
And hop in your saf (Hop in your—)
I’ll make sure that you’re bad (Ooh, ooh)
You ain’t diffrent (You ain’t), I’ll make sure you know that you’re mine
I (I), baby, don’t lie (Ooh, ooh)
You ain’t doin' alright (I)
You ain’t different, you, ooh-ooh, ooh