Woo

Huh, yeah, huh (Yeah, yeah)

Let's go, huh (Yeah, yeah)

Huh, huh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Huh, jump out

Huh, yeah, jump out (Jump out)

Huh, yeah, jump out (Jump out)

Yeah, Jonny, Chopps

Huh, she got French tips on her toes, she got French tips on her nails, huh (On her nails)

Yeah, can I French kiss on your lips?

Baby, French kiss on my dick (French kiss on my dick)

Huh, yeah, eating cake at the H&M party, fancy, I feel like The Ritz (I feel like The Ritz)

Huh, and baby, I'll call you back in half an hour, I'm currently recordin' a hit (Recordin' a—)

Yeah, she showin' me other girls Instagrams

She insecure, why the fuck do you think you're a three?

Look at your Instagram photos, it's peak

If I was them other girls', I'd wish it wasn't me

But she don't get it

'Cause she stare at the ground, she don't know that she beautiful

Keep me on the right path, she directional

Keep me from my obsession, she clinical

The streams I keep rackin' it in, if that shit is not mixed, put the song in the bin

Yeah, I'm still fuckin' on the same chick

Her body a sin now she super thin

Pissing me off she get under my skin

We get heated like a stone and a flint

She think I don't care 'cause she ain't wearing makeup

Huh, I'm kissing her, giving her hints

And I failed in life if I don't make an M, gotta get me the green

But she sippin' on matcha

Me and her sippin' on matcha

I slide up on her DM, like cha-cha (Cha-cha)

And fuck AI, and fuck Timbaland, we gotta boycott Tata

And that pussy cunt Russel, I'm jackin' his shoes and belt 'cause rest in piece Sasa (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ooh, yeah, this freak I poke, I fiend for smoke

Who got buds right now? (Who got buds right now?)

It's a Friday night, I'ma find a sort and go fade out (Ooh, and go fade out)

Ooh, this freak I poke, I fiend for smoke

Who got buds right now? (Who got buds right now?)

It's a Friday night, I'ma find a sort and go fade out

Jonny Chopps on this shit (Why?)

'Cause my skin colours shit (Yeah)

When I smile, only fresh

Steppin' out, always like a peppermint, huh, yeah

The Louis is fake, but I feel like I'm Mink

And I don't need a pass, I can feel like I'm rich

Invisible ways with the course and the singe

Let me grab from the back and I make her head spin

Her tummy got flatter, her ass, it got fatter

And nothing is permanent, it doesn't matter

The fans made a painting, I feel like Bob Katter

Punch him in the mouth 'cause he ain't saying nada

I told on her hickey, she look like a Vicky

I'm eating her cookie, I gave her the batter

I don't want no features, go sit on the bleachers

I'm in my own lane, it feel like I don't matter

Huh, she got French tips on her toes, she got French tips on her nails, huh (On her nails)

Yeah, can I French kiss on your lips?

Baby, French kiss on my dick (French kiss on my dick)

Huh, yeah, eating cake at the H&M party, fancy, I feel like The Ritz (I feel like The Ritz)

Huh, and baby, I'll call you back in half an hour, I'm currently recordin' a hit

Ooh, yeah, this freak I poke, I fiend for smoke

Who got buds right now? (Who got buds right now?)

It's a Friday night, I'ma find a sort and go fade out (Ooh, and go fade out)

Ooh, this freak I poke, I fiend for smoke

Who got buds right now? (Who got buds right now?)

It's a Friday night, I'ma find a sort and go fade out

Huh, she got French tips on her toes (On her toes)

Can I French kiss on your lips? (Kiss on your lips)

Huh, yeah, eating cake at the H&M party (H&M party)

And baby, I'll call you back in half an hour, I'm currently recordin' a hit ('Cordin' a hit)

Yeah, yeah, I'm currently recording a hit

Yeah, I'm currently recording a hit

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah