Mardi Gras

Hold up, she gon' buck that when I'm gone (yeah, look)

Mix the weed with the ketamine, I'll smoke it out a bomb

I got a dick with a BBL, that shit is extra long (alright, look)

Put some armor on your body, you gon' need some Teflons (look)

See me with some, see me with some Cardi goggles on

Bitches got their titties out like it's Mardi Gras

I got up on the beat and I turn it to a song

I ain't even write the verse, but I write all my rhymes

Call me daddy bitch, I might give a sext to me

I could never love another girl, it's just sex to me

Rory, he's a pure breed husky, check the pedigree

Walk 'round with a blower on my ass like a X-Striches

Told my last bitch, "Be cool," in my head like, "Go die, bitch"

I'ma scam him into debt, call me Ramaswami

Told my last bitch, "I miss you," in my head, I'm like, "Bye, bitch"

I just play a lot, off the whiskey, I might cry, bitch

See me with some Cardi goggles on

Bitches got their titties out like it's Mardi Gras

I got up on the beat and I turn it to a song

I ain't even write the verse, but I write all my rhymes

You support the Oos?

Yo, bring me back my values

Hold up, see me with some Dior on

I'm incognito, designer on my body, you can't see it on

She postin' pole dancin', baby, let me see it in a thong

Shorty, if you fuck me good, I might put you in a song

Shit, hold up, she gon' buck that when I'm gone

Mix the weed with the ketamine, I'll smoke it out a bomb

I got a dick with a BBL, that shit is extra long

Put some Arma on your body, you gon' need some Teflon

See me with some Cardi goggles on

Bitches got their titties out like it's Mardi Gras

I got up on the beat and I turn it to a song

I ain't even write the verse, but I write all my rhymes