What the fuck?

Bitch, what, bitch

She's a—

No cap, ****, you know how I'm comin' (Nitemare, Nitemare)

Baby mic, switch, whatever **** (Nitemare, Nitemare)

Been steppin' fly as shit all week, man, we just bought some swag

Just took a five hour flight out to Cali', I still got jetlag (Bitch)

Know you cappin' shit, say you don't know me, your bitch know 'bout Drag

**** on the 'Gram, get off my dick if your bitch hashtag

Mini Mic on me when I step out, so my Balmain sag (Yeah)

Ain't no back and fourth, you said my name, your shit gon' get tagged (Yeah, yeah)

Once you in this shit, bruh, ain't no coppin', don't wave that flag

Lil' cuz out that sunroof, wavin' Drac' 'til it's no more mags

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (Lil' Drag ****)

I'm cruisin' down the street, shit smooth jhi like Eazy-E

I'm high as shit, I'm in New York, I'm with Pz' P

This bitch on my phone won't leave me alone, told her, "Let me be" (What?)

I could pass the ball, gon' shoot that bitch, Drag at SS3

Your bitch on my dick, she on my phone tryna have sex with me (She's a—)

New day, step out, new fit, I'ma flex all week (What the fuck? Yeah)

We all grew up and shit got worse, this shit got too deep (Yeah, yeah, yeah; she's a goer)

We all grew up, but ain't shit change, we still play for keeps (What the fuck?)

I miss my brothers, free BG, and ****, free JB (She's a goer)

I make a **** freeze in time, lil' Drag just like Swae Lee (Yeah, yeah)

The youngest, most turnt in my city, your bitch on my meat (Yeah, yeah)

What the fuck do this shit mean to you? Do you got my back (Bitch)

Matte-black blazer in a function, I'm a Cadillac

Tattletale-ass ****, is you a motherfuckin' rat?

This bitch licked the nut up like a matcha at Pilates class

Where the baddies at? (Yeah)

Where the Addys at? (Turn me up)

Ain't no beefin' on the 'net, we pull up where your mama at

Why you cuffin' that? You shouldn't be fuckin' that

Blazin' 'til the sun come up, throw hundreds at your pretty ass

I feel like a demigod, I up the chop', my jumper fast

Pz' in the spot, wavin' flags, that's a soldier rag

Bitch, it's Drag and Pz', we gon' step on shit 'bout any bag

She's a goer, she know how to throw that pussy back

Blatt, blatt, blatt