Huh, huh, ah

Yeah, ah, huh

Man, I'm fucked up, pour up an eight (Pour up an eight)

Took a bad lil' bitch on a date (On a date)

And my neck on Frosted Flake (Flake)

Fuck around, might frost her face (Face)

Now I'm good, I'm good, I'm straight (I'm straight)

Pull up, Bugatti, no Andrew Tate (Andrew Tate)

She got that body, I grab her waist (Her waist)

They talkin' 'bout me? Like, hold up, wait (Hold up)

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Blacked out, can't see in the Benz

Real shit, that's word to my mans (Hold up)

Spin, spin, spin, spin

I'ma spark up, this for the win

Goin' to Hell, I count my sins

Goin' to hell, I'm counting my sins

I'm serving them shells, that's word to my nonna

I'm ringin' a bell, then fuckin' her friends

I cut a bitch off like, "I don't even know you"

Shawty on ya, she doin' me, yeehaw

Give me that mind, this stick finna blow ya

She eat me like kale, I sip her like gin

I told her, "Just lay up, baby, no floater," huh, huh

Pack hot Arizona, huh, huh

I know you smell the odor, huh, huh

We ain't sippin' on Yoda, bitch, I give her my nut, I'm a donor, huh, huh

Too sick like Corona, huh, huh

Don't run on my owner, huh, huh

What I love? My own money or sex, I cannot decide, bipolar, huh, huh

Man, I'm fucked up, pour up an eight (Pour up an eight)

Took a bad lil' bitch on a date (On a date)

And my neck on Frosted Flake (Flake)

Fuck around, might frost her face (Face)

Now I'm good, I'm good, I'm straight (I'm straight)

Pull up, Bugatti, no Andrew Tate (Andrew Tate)

She got that body, I grab her waist (Her waist)

They talkin' 'bout me? Like, hold up, wait (Hold up)

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Blacked out, can't see in the Benz

Real shit, that's word to my mans (Hold up)

Spin, spin, spin, spin

I'ma spark up, this for the win

Goin' to Hell, I count my sins