Put your fingers on my neck baby you can feel my pulse

Heart beating so fast might have a heart attack

Yeah I might just grab the mac cause I really don’t fuck with that

All emotions coming back that stay deep and buried in my thoughts

Fuck it, baby girl you know that I’m the one

And I’m bout to yeah turn 21

I’m about to hit the fucking club

I’m about to go yeah hit em up

Sweet lil bitch she brown skin I call her buttercup

Ain’t no way around it you know she finna stunt

She say she in town hit the strip and fuck it up

Get anything you want man my pockets velveeta

(Man my pockets velveeta, fuck it up, yeah I came to fuck it up, I get anything I want)

Hot box the whip when I first hopped in

I stay in my brain yeah my alone time

Mama told me god gave everyone a gift

That’s what I’m working on if you don’t mind

Like baby what’s the word?

In that car I swerve

I go way too fast

Almost hit the curb

Spin it up and burn

I won’t ever learn

I done took my chances

Took a couple turns

They acting like they know me

But you don’t know me

I was with my Brodie got arrested by the police

Not much came in clutch with it big stepping like I’m Kobe

I feel that I did too much but never said you owed me

Know I’m super savage

I’m going at it

That girl not average yeah she doing gymnastics

I’m not with the capping

Yall hella ratchet

I’m not one to talk yeah I like my bitch nasty

(Going through your neighborhood, I got my sweater on, cold outside) I love you (I love you, it’s cold outside, I love you)