But you should come through tonight
I'm chilling on the Westside, boo
Call my homegirl, tell your best friend he could slide too
On the low, a remote location
I don't want them seeing me getting faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won't tell 'cause they tryna live they best life too
On the low, on my own, I'll be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waiting
Yeah, yeah