PARTYNEXTDOOR — Lit Wit Out U

[Chorus] One shot away from calling you back One shot away from calling you a cab Two shots away from saying "fuck it, lose my number" I'll be content, at least I had you for the summer (yeah) [Verse 1: Amir Obe & PARTYNEXTDOOR] How long do you think I'll wait Threw my rolex in the trash, think I got time to waste Don't mix that Patron, I'ma take it straight I rock chains on chains on chains like a runaway Strippers throw the towel and go down down down Red room VIP I'm smoking loud loud loud She gon' shake tomorrow off Raining money, umbrella (like Rihanna-na-na) Yeah, I know that you love me Girl we fuck without a rubber Sometimes I hate you and sometimes I love you forreal Goddam I hate you but goddamn I love how you feel Momma still askin about you a lot We dont know how we done got to this spot Imma take another shot Takin' a shot of Blue Dot, yeah Smoke...till...im...gone...goin...ghost Halloween Gang! (Boo!) [Chorus] One shot away from calling you back One shot away from calling you a cab Two shots away from saying "fuck it, lose my number" I'll be content, at least I had you for the summer (yeah) Somehow I still think about you Laid up with some pretty bitches thinkin bout you ( thinkin bout you) Condo feelin empty tryna' live wit out u Cup is gettin empty gettin lit wit out u [Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Amir Obe] Girl you don't know what you been losin' First get my ducks in a row (Quack) Then I'ma quack at these hoes (Quack) And I'ma Uber to your hotel The truth is on never tell Met you at Foley's and left you with all the stacks (all the stacks, hey!) Threw up ten numbers but you cannot call that (You cannot call that) Fuck with my ex's, I fuck with that ecstasy You was my bitch, not my enemy But since you lost ya top like a Kennedy I think that you do the most to get my attention She said I love you, wish you said it too How you went from Mrs. to me missing you Rollin, I'm loaded, got to keep it, rollin I remember you love that white Man I always had that wonder pack, yea You got me ziggin' and zaggin' I smoke my trees in zig zags and Trynna get rid of my habits Cause I still gon' fuck if it's plastic Damn damn damn damn it's the truth One more shot and imma do things I don't wanna do [Chorus] One shot away from calling you back One shot away from calling you a cab Two shots away from saying "fuck it, lose my number" I'll be content, at least I had you for the summer (yeah) Somehow I still think about you Laid up with some pretty bitches thinkin bout you Condo feelin empty tryna' live wit out u Cup is gettin empty gettin lit wit out u