Pink Whitney

(Aight, what’s your addy again? Ah, ok ok. And you said you got the Pink Whitney? And the eddies? Interesting. Aight, we gon’ turn up)

I’m with a baddie, she getting me lit off the Pink Whitney

(1,2)

Out of my body, the eddie we took make it so I can’t think swiftly

(3,4)

Spend the night, waking up, keep it discreet, now I’m leaving just for her to miss me

(5,6)

7 shots in, I was feeling myself, the next 24 hours were mixy

(Mixy, mixy)

Damn this a whole contradiction

Not s’posed to be drinkin or linkin

But when shorty a ten outa ten, it’s all I can see and it’s clouding my thinkin’

And right now I’m here just to kick it, I said I would pop out and I wouldn’t miss it

But lowkey I know shorty feeling me, In my head I wanna make her my Mrs.

We giving this shot glass kisses

(1,2,3,4)

Mix in the eddie, we twisted

(Take it, split it, bite it, mix it)

We do not care what the risk is

(Bolt the door, no vibe infringement)

I’m tryna see what your trick is

(I’m tryna see that now)

I’m with a baddie, she getting me lit off the Pink Whitney

(1,2)

Out of my body, the eddie we took make it so I can’t think swiftly

(3,4)

Spend the night, waking up, keep it discreet, now I’m leaving just for her to miss me

(5,6)

7 shots in, I was feeling myself, the next 24 hours were mixy

(Mixy, mixy)

She said that she got a bag

(Uh, well this one time)

She spin around and I hit it like

(Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)

Drum line

She getting loud, I ain’t even tryin

After this, she gon be mine

Liquor and smoke got me feeling sublime

I’m in the moment like vine

(6 seconds)

Usually I’m smart but I been reckless

I’m livin in anarchy, the pendant’s on my necklace

(It is)

She thought she ain’t need a man, but now that girl dependent

She won’t end it but she’ll turn me up,

Dialed to 11, ain’t enough

(We go up)

I’m with a baddie, she getting me lit off the Pink Whitney

(1,2)

Out of my body, the eddie we took make it so I can’t think swiftly

(3,4)

Spend the night, waking up, keep it discreet, now I’m leaving just for her to miss me

(5,6)

7 shots in, I was feeling myself, the next 24 hours were mixy

(Mixy, mixy)

Stupid loopy on the drive home, dodging bumps and the potholes

Checking off all my thot goals

Vida loca, thats how that goes

Got home, my head spinnin

Face hurts from dopey grinnin’

Sweet dreams with a Whitney feelin

Pink, pink

I’m with a baddie, she getting me lit off the Pink Whitney

(1,2)

Out of my body, the eddie we took make it so I can’t think swiftly

(3,4)

Spend the night, waking up, keep it discreet, now I’m leaving just for her to miss me

(5,6)

7 shots in, I was feeling myself, the next 24 hours were mixy

(Mixy, mixy)