Jody & Yvette lyrics

[Intro: Propain]
—Geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean
Earn your keep
Regulators, mount up (X.O.)
It was a— (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Propain & KenTheMan]
I'm all in her stomach
Ironically, she run it, but keep hollerin' out, "I'm comin'"
And my phone keep ringin', I ain't stoppin' 'less it's money, got her legs up
Screamin' out, "Baby," like I'm Stunna (What's happenin', ya heard me?)
I got her face down, we change positions
I got a girl at home, so shawty know she ain't my Misses
Matter of fact, if she knew I was bangin' b*tches
She'd probably grab the .40—hol' up, man we changin' missions, back to the street
Couldn't find a ass more rounder
Shawty ride stick like a NASCAR driver (Super wet)
She bе tellin' me it's mine whеn I'm inside her
Ain't no feelin's for her though, so I don't mind if she be lyin'
And we ain't even gotta fake it
It's understood the only time we meetin' is when she naked
And my girl at home a keeper, that go without sayin'
But lil' mama do some things with her tongue that drive me crazy, man, goddamn (n*gga, what the f*ck?)

[Verse 2: KenTheMan & Propain]
n*gga, where you been at? Said that you was comin' back at two
It's like six in the motherf*ckin' mornin', is you stupid, n*gga?
I know what you doin', n*gga, don't say you with your partners
I watched everybody story, you the only one ain't on it
Is you dumb or just don't give a f*ck?
Then always talkin' 'bout I'm trippin' when I'm poppin' up
The fact that you ain't sayin nothin' really say enough
Don't let me find out who that b*tch is, I'ma do her tough, you know I'ma f*ck her up
I rode for your b*tch ass, drove for your b*tch ass
When them crackers pulled up on ya, hit the blow for your b*tch ass
And now you wanna act like you don't know
I f*ck this whole sh*t up 'fore you play me like a ho, that's some real sh*t
[Verse 3: Propain & KenTheMan]
Man, there you go trippin', back and forth talkin' 'bout some b*tches
I ain't worried 'bout no broads, mane, I'm out here tryna get it
All this gossip from your friends, the same ones without a n*gga
(You always tryna change the subject) Damn, you don't ever let me finish
n*gga, you finished at that b*tch house, I shoulda put your sh*t out
'Cause I ain't got the time, go find another b*tch to p*ss off
Girl, you always talkin' sh*t for nothin', I got money then I slid off
(n*gga, with who?) The ones I'm with to pay this rent off
Nah, nah, nah, n*gga, I ain't tryna hear that
Answer my f*ckin' question, where the f*ck ya ass been at?
All these f*ckin' excuses you been comin' with, sayin' that you love a b*tch
But really you a dog just like them n*ggas you be runnin' with
I'm done with you, I ain't tryna do this
Give ya ass a couple chances and you play me like I'm stupid
Nah, I just think this back and forth is useless, come here
(Ugh, get off of me) Damn, why you gotta do this?
You know I got your heart with me, and I ain't tryna lose it
I probably act a fool sometimes, but baby, I ain't foolish
Forever, you exclusive, I—

[Outro: KenTheMan & Propain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say the same sh*t over and over again
Now what if I did that sh*t to you
What?
How the f*ck would you feel, n*gga?
Man, what you talkin' about, man?
You got me sittin' in this motherf*ckin' house thinkin' 'bout you all motherf*ckin' night
Not knowin' what the f*ck and who the f*ck you doin', n*gga
'Ight, you know where I'm at
Can't never trust yo' ass
I ahould have never did this sh*t with you, n*gga (Can I, can I talk?)
Can i talk
Treatin' me like I'm some type of ho or somethin'
Must be out your motherf*ckin' mind (Can I talk?), I'm done with this sh*t