[Intro]
I used to think about immature things
You know, like
Do you love me? Do you want me?
Are you gon’ call me like you said you would?
Is this really your real phone number?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, SZA & Both]
Some of y’all go get washed (Washed)
Some of y’all just go pop shit
Some of y’all just go talk (Talk)
But none of y’all ain’t really ‘bout shit
Some of y’all just look lost (Lost, yeah)
I get this type of feeling you ain’t accustomed to
I swear I’d be at peace if it weren’t for you (Yeah, yeah)
Only want your love if it’s solid
But if you fuck me, then fuck you (Huh)
And that’s the way I like it
That’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
Ain’t huggin’ or smilin’ for none of these bitches
That’s the way I like it
I’m wipin’ ‘em down in front of they nigga
That’s the way I like it
I’m thirty for thirty, I’m thirty for thirty, I’m thirty for thirty, I’m thirty for thirty, I’m<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Post-Chorus: SZA]
Chat
‘Til they fold that bitch, no yoga mat
Chat
‘Til they dead that nigga, don’t hit me back
Chat
Should’ve ran that nigga, no questions asked
Chat, chat, they chattin’, they chat<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Verse 1: SZA]
When the sun go down, everything make me feel lonely, yeah
I love sad things, but right now, he’s just the homie
Tryna feel good inside, he never wanna hold me
Hype me up, you get me hyped, you my favorite coach compress a line
Fucking stress off, that’s my only vice
I take it off when he tell me if I’m feelin’ fine
I run it up, risk it all like I’m rolling dice
Takin’ it all, it’s my second life
That’s me (That’s me)
Passed out in a nigga backseat (Backseat)
Crashed out on a black-sand beach (Uh)
Already know my body
Already know that’s me
Bitch shit, then you might get minked
Mink, mink, mink
Only want the love if it’s solid<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, SZA & Both]
Some of y’all go get washed (Washed)
Some of y’all just go pop shit
Some of y’all just go talk (Talk)
But none of y’all ain’t really ‘bout shit
Some of y’all just look lost (Lost, yeah)
I get this type of feeling you ain’t accustomed to
I swear I’d be at peace if it weren’t for you (Yeah, yeah)
Only want your love if it’s solid
But if you fuck me, then fuck you (Huh)
And that’s the way I like it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & SZA]
Everything been no tape (No tape)
They salute me so damn much, every time I show up, nigga hut, ‘bout-face
Everything no cut, I fuck y’all up, I ain’t really gon’ trip ‘bout bae
Blow the eighty seven gust while they waitin’ on us, tell ‘em I was on PCH
You fuckin’ with niggas that’s thinkin’ they cuter than you, oh
Say you on your cycle but he on his period too, oh
The tables been turnin’ so much I was thinkin’ it’s foosball
The tenderness of ‘em was mistaken’ for some white glue, oh
Walk, talk like Kendrick, like boss
Like Solana, I promise, more boss, it’s a wash
It’s a cradle, lost spaceship, shut the fuck up, get lost
No favors, I wager, whatever you worth, I ball
Somethin’ about a conservative, regular girl that still can beat a bitch ass
Through as fuck, don’t need your bitch ass
Psychic as fuck, can read your bitch ass
Zodiac sign, it must be a Gemini moon ‘cause shit we about to go have
Mistakenly nobody been in they back but how many bodies done been in her bed?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, SZA & Both]
Some of y’all go get washed (Washed)
Some of y’all just go pop shit
Some of y’all just go talk (Talk)
But none of y’all ain’t really ‘bout shit
Some of y’all just look lost (Lost, yeah)
I get this type of feeling you ain’t accustomed to
I swear I’d be at peace if it weren’t for you (Yeah, yeah)
Only want your love if it’s solid
But if you fuck me, then fuck you (Huh)
And that’s the way I like it
That’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
Ain’t huggin’ or smilin’ for none of these bitches
That’s the way I like it
I’m wipin’ ‘em down in front of they nigga
That’s the way I like it
I’m thirty for thirty, I’m thirty for thirty, I’m thirty for thirty, I’m thirty for thirty, I’m<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Post-Chorus: SZA]
Check
‘Til they fold that bitch, no yoga mat
Check
‘Til they dead that nigga no strings attached
Check
Should’ve ran that nigga, no questions asked
Check, check, they checkin’, they check<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Outro: SZA & Kendrick Lamar]
Check
Do I let ‘em bump and grind while I’m gettin’ wacked?
Check
Do I take his head off and wear it for fashion?
Check
Do I do my stuff and take it to the max?
Check, check, they checkin’, they check<\/p>\n\n\n\n