[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] Baby girl, wanna kick it? Spend late nights, tryna impress the wicked Off two tabs, I'm gone Mind too fried, couldn't remember the digits She want a glass of Prosecco The bitch that she with trippin', leave her at the Petco I'm still the same kid from the Metro She ran out of drugs, had to ball, call petrol Lookin' in her...Learn More