I might have to hold this crown

That's the ultrasound, ultrasound

Yeah, roll it up and then smoke it, Prosecco ting, I might toast it

See the high heels what your toes in, that's how I'm high when I goes in

Hope I land sweet, but I frozen, gear's on stuck and I can't see the runway

Runway

Never go church on a Sunday, but we're still up around

Passing the plate

Uh, pack's on the way, don't watch face, know my stack's on the way, and I

Know say the cat's on the way, 'nough dogs in the place, but I bark them away, and I

True, say your flat's on the way, can stop on the way then start on the way

Look on my face might go all the way, ask if I'm down

And I say, "All the way"

Ultrasound, ultrasound

Ultrasound, ultrasound, ultrasound

Ultrasound, ultrasound, ultrasound

What you telling me?

You looking at me, I'm looking at you

Are you with him, or is it just you?

My mind feeling tipsy, come here and lips me

Lips me

This beat kinda hard though, futuristic like wimpy

Anyhow, gal, is there a lil' afters?

Afters

Is your crew going Susa's?

What you saying, I'm coming through, yes

Yes

Grabbing my jacket, dem man hold on like a bracket

Think we should swerve dem, unwanted, allow dem

Ultrasound, ultrasound

Ultrasound, ultrasound

Ultrasound, ultrasound