Ho like Ramon, bitch, can you mo-move?

Flex my money, don’t hit my phone

Stay to myself, ho, leave me ‘lone

Pockets like a fatass ho-ho-ho

Fatass ho, damn, damn, see a ho

(No one can be- even begin to understand the atrocities that perpetually infect my mind)

Bleh, bleh, hoo

Hoo, hoo (Shut up)

Me and yrsci talkin’ ‘bout-

Haha, t-talkin’ ‘bout, “Okay,”

“Get out of my face” Okay

O-Okay, o-okay, okay

Braids in my hair like Post Malone (Okay)

She put her hands through my hips, I’m soothing my pain

(Okay, Bleh)

I'm like Batman bitch can save your day

Yuh yuh, bleh

I’m tryna tell y’all big bank fold up (Broke)

Touchdown, ho gon’ catch my confetti

It’s a SoHo bitch in a two-seater

I’m too geeked up, bitch, might bust your brain

Throw a **** like Johnny, turn you to a stain

He tryna steal my sound, ****, you is so lame

Pushup, pushup, pushup, yeah

Pushup, yeah, push-pushup, yeah

Riding with Nina, smoking on Keisha

She say that she want me, yeah

Like Tyler, T.E., me like Malina

I can’t belie-b-belie-yeah

Ho text me, “こんにちは”

Ho text me, “こんにちは”

I’ma pour some in my double cup

Turn on, bitch, see Wocky slush

Bimbo bitch got bubble butt

Pop one, pop two, what the fuck- the- the- fuck

Bleh, bleh, neon guts

Uh, she gon’ choose me, ooh

I want a slut- slut

(Like-)

(Wait, wait, wait, check his pulse)

(He doesn’t have a head!)

Ho like Ramon, bitch, can you mo-move?

Too focused on money, don’t hit my phone

Stay to myself, ho, leave me alone

Pockets like a fatass ho-ho-ho

Fatass ho, damn, damn, see a ho

I can’t trust him anymore

Need a ho, stop, get in the carpool

Me and yrsci talkin’ ‘bout-

Haha, t-talkin’ ‘bout, “Okay,”

“Get out of my face” Okay

O-Okay, o-okay, okay

Braids in my hair like Post Malone (Okay)

She put her hands through my hips, I’m soothing my pain

(Okay, Bleh)

I'm like Batman bitch can save your day

Yuh yuh, bleh

I’m tryna tell y’all big bank fold up (Broke)

Touchdown, ho gon’ catch my confetti

It’s a SoHo bitch in a two-seater

I’m too geeked up, bitch, might bust your brain

Throw a **** like Johnny, turn you to a stain

He tryna steal my sound, ****, you is so lame

Pushup, pushup, pushup, yeah

Pushup, yeah, push-pushup, yeah

Riding with Nina, smoking on Keisha

She say that she want me, yeah

Like Tyler, T.E., me like Malina

I cannot believe you, uh

Like Tyler, T.E., me like Malina

I cannot believe you, uh

Ho text me, “こんにちは”

Ho text me, “こんにちは”

I’ma pour some in my double cup

Turn on, bitch, see Wocky slush

Bimbo bitch got bubble butt

Pop one, pop two, what the fuck

Feel like Uzi, bleh, bleh, neon guts