[Intro, Lo-fi loop, Chopped vocal sample (“Nasty boy…”)]
(Yeah… uh-huh)
She said, “You give me that real freak shit”
I said, “I am that… times ten, no remix”
[Verse 1, Trap Soul Groove]
Late night, she textin’, “Come beat this box”
Told her, “Pull up — I’m charged, no detox”
She in that Fenty with the cheeks out loud
I dive in, no floaties, make that kitty meow
Talk dirty, call me “Daddy from the Southside”
Bite the pillow, legs up, like it’s gang-tied
She love the grip, love the pressure I apply
Said her ex was a joke — I’ma show her why
[Pre-Chorus, Smooth Harmonics]
(Yeah) I ain’t soft, but I move with finesse
(Yeah) She addicted, now she call me her stress
Say I hit like that “T-shirt and panties” vibe
But this time, I got the leash and she down to ride
[Chorus, Layered Vocals, Harmonized]
Certified nasty, no filter, no shame
Beat it like a drum, got her singin’ my name
Body got bounce, and the head got game
She a throat goat, I’m a beast untamed
Yeah, I’m nasty (ugh), deep in the frame
Certified nasty, ain’t playin’ no games
Yeah, I’m nasty (woo), made her insane
Now she tryna pull up every night like it’s fame
[Verse 2, Lo-fi Switch Up, Laid-back Flow]
Said I got her wetter than her tub ever did
I’m a demon with a halo — yeah, that grown man bid
Got her archin’ in positions she ain’t never tried
Now she callin’ out my name like she testify
Tongue got talent, I don’t even need hands
But I still grip thighs when she do that dance
Nuttin’ off round two, she ain’t tappin’ out
She said, “Boy, you the reason I don’t sleep now”
[Pre-Chorus, Chopped Vocals]
Told her, “I’m nasty, I don’t do PG”
She said, “I know, you got me on my knees”
Lips, hips, I’m all in the sauce
She a stallion in the sheets, and I’m ridin’ like a boss
[Chorus, Full Beat Drop]
Certified nasty, no filter, no shame
Beat it like a drum, got her singin’ my name
Body got bounce, and the head got game
She a throat goat, I’m a beast untamed
Yeah, I’m nasty (ugh), deep in the frame
Certified nasty, ain’t playin’ no games
Yeah, I’m nasty (woo), made her insane
Now she tryna pull up every night like it’s fame
[Bridge, Catchy Hook, Lo-fi Flip, Vocal Stutter FX]
(Baby, I ain’t just freaky…)
I’m nasty — classy but I eat it like brunch
(She want that vibe from the ’90s…)
But I bend her like the 808s punch
(Let me talk my talk, baby…)
I’m nasty — tongue on you like a blunt
Certified, glorified, built to stunt
