Fuck, fuck (Uh)

Huh, yeah, fuck, fuck

Fuck, huh, yeah, huh, bitch

Huh (Uh)

What

My bitch said I'm in flow state

I got so many projects wit' no date

I could knock out an album in four days

Manager know that I'm not doing shit

If they hit 'em for features, just tell 'em I'm okay

My bitch laugh when I'm writing my lyrics

I'ma crack on that bitch 'til her throat ache

Shawty spin on it, I make her rotate

Every chain that I got, got a gold plate

Huh, you see red and you run, like, "Olay"

You ain' see no blood, you a ho, bae

Me, I make the tech sing like cold play

Too clean to the teeth like Colgate

And I'm smokin' straight gas like propane

And my bitch pussy pink like Rosé

Ice out the house, swear to God, it's a snow day

Shawty said she wan' slide to my domain

It's up, like Lo mein, she suck

On the floor, can't get up

I get more weight off cocaine and drugs

Eat a beat like gourmet, it's tough

Real ice on my neck like Sorbet and slush

Can't nobody fuck wit' the kid, like, what?

Shawty hit my bitch and she might get fucked

Not by my bitch, ho, you finna get us

If you want just her, you can try yo' luck

But it's nothin', we gon' get to buckin'

I keep me a drum and I don't mean percussion

This stick get to bussin', I don't do the bluffin'

Whole gang in a call watchin' me like LeBron, this shit end of discussion

The way that I touch on a beat, you would think I'm some underground rapper, y'all fuckin' wit' youngins

I wish y'all would try wit' that shit 'round the kid

I might up that lil' stick, I'ma fuck up the buttons

Pull up on 'em like, damn, in a miniskirt

Keep a mason of that gas hidden in a purse

Fake homies in the past had me really hurt

He was tryna do me bad, but I did him worse

New boys in my DMs callin' me a jerk

He really want it, he can pull up and get really turnt

That boy don't want smoke, get his cart burnt

I'ma— I'ma hop in the coupe where the stars— (Real evil girl music)

Dressed down wit' a bag made of Arthur

Everything I smoke, it be hittin' way harder (Music)

Bro said he tryna spark up pronto

Fuck up his cut like a Great Clips barber (M-music)

Streamers talkin' on the kid, it's a honor

Shoutout Jose, I'm a real clip farmer

Every bag that I hit, I'm a monster

You ain't got no real sticks

My bitch said I'm in flow state (What?)

I got so many projects wit' no date (Yeah)

I could knock out an album in four days (Yeah)

Manager know that I'm not doing shit (Yeah)

If they hit 'em for features, just tell 'em I'm okay (Yeah)

My bitch laugh when I'm writing my lyrics (What?)

I'ma crack on that bitch 'til her throat ache

Shawty spin on it, I make her rotate

Every chain that I got, got a gold plate

Huh, you see red and you run, like, "Olay"

You ain' see no blood, you a ho, bae

Me, I make the tech sing like cold play

Too clean to the teeth like Colgate

And I'm smokin' straight gas like propane

And my bitch pussy pink like Rosé

Ice out the house, swear to God, it's a snow day

Shawty said she wan' slide to my domain

It's up, like Lo mein, she suck (Music)

On the floor, can't get up

I get more weight off cocaine and drugs (Music)

Eat a beat like gourmet, it's tough

Real ice on my neck like Sorbet and slush (Music)

Can't nobody fuck wit' the kid, like, what?

Shawty hit my bitch and she might get fucked

Not by my bitch, ho, you finna get us

If you want just her, you can try yo' luck

But it's nothin', we gon' get to buckin'

I keep me a drum and I don't mean percussion