Lyrics: Owen Underwood/Gabriel Dungca
Music: Owen Underwood/Gabriel Dungca
Producer: Grade
Girl, I'm tryna get to know you like that
Yeah, uh (Yeah)
Two cups, two hands on your waistline
Yeah, I wanna get there
I can't give two ****s, I can't waste time
Yeah, I'm tryna get there
Can you show me what it's like on the outside?
Yeah, I'm gonna get there
I'm tryna touch on you, girl, **** a FaceTime
Yeah, I wanna get there
I don't want your number, I'm just tryna get to know ya
If you pull on that trigger, put the gun back in the holster
If you let me hold your hand, I got so many things to show ya
But so many other times you never told me what I told ya
Girl, I hope you stick around for the come up
No, no, baby girl, you not like the others
I remember you were telling me to shut up
Take your secrets, then I put them under cover
Got a new whip, bad bitch on the Westside
Hit it once, baby girl, you are not mine
Hold your hand high, I think it's the right time
Everything gon' be fine, hands up on your waistline
Heard you talkin' shit, like boy, you better do some
It get dirty, so I gotta get a new one
You not goin' up, you are going straight down
Don't gotta think about it, I **** it right now
Baby bad, I'm tryna see you in the nightgown
You gettin' up, and now you're turning all the lights down
I can't even ****ing deal with it right now
I can't even ****ing deal with the hype now
Give me something, no, I can't talk right now
Girl, why you runnin'? 'Cause I been falling down
Like, **** those other people, I'm tryna change your life
Are you tryna find the reason to lie? Yeah
Two cups, two hands on your waistline
Yeah, I wanna get there
I can't give two ****s, I can't waste time
Yeah, I'm tryna get there
Can you show me what it's like on the outside?
Yeah, I'm gonna get there
I'm tryna touch on you, girl, **** a FaceTime
Yeah, I wanna get there
Programming: Grade
Vocals: Westwood