"It Be Like Dat" lyrics

(Trill got that juice, nigga)
(Damn Kai, you going crazy)
Oh, really?

Dissin' on the 'Gram, I won't type back
Baby text a long-ass paragraph, I won't write back
Off the drugs, say I'm pulling up, that's the only time I might cap
I ain't curve your ass on purpose, baby, it be like that
It be like that
Oh, it be like that
Oh, it be like that
Sorry, baby, oh, it be like that

Huh, sorry, it be like that
Blowing up my phone, she sent a text like, "Where the pipe at?"
Pussy so damn gooey, I just left, but I came right back
Curving hoes, they whack, yeah, I know Brooklyn where my wife at
Pull up with a twenty ball on me, this a light pack
If that neck whack, sorry, you won't get a flight back
Staring at that ass like a broke boy do a price tag
I wasn't 'posed to spazz, but she's so damn bad, I might crash
I might crash
I might crash
Oh, oh, oh

Dissin' on the 'Gram, I won't type back
Baby text a long-ass paragraph, I won't write back
Off the drugs, say I'm pulling up, that's the only time I might cap
I ain't curve your ass on purpose, baby, it be like that
It be like that
Oh, it be like that
Oh, it be like that
Sorry, baby, oh, it be like that