Go getter bag getter you already know

On the grind and I'm moving with a steady flow

Next up yeah I know I'm really 'bout to blow

Pick the pack up then I'm back on the road

Turn't up bitch I'm mad lit

Yeah I could tell you never pulled a bad bitch

Look at me I ain't ever settled for average

Getting green getting spinach getting cabbage

Pull a rabbit out a hat I'm doing magic

If I see something I like I gotta have it

When you hear Chloe on the track you know it's classic

Play the other side that would end up tragic

Drip down yeah I be throwing fits

Stack up yeah I'm counting all these chips like ritz

Really I'm that girl yeah I'm that bitch no shit

Articuno all up on my wrist get like this

Real ill with it yeah I'm sick

If you want the biscuits you got to take a risk

Re-applying more gloss all up on my lips

I live for the thrill I live for the plot twist

Turn't up smoking on this loud pack

Don't be talking 'bout some shit if you ain't 'bout that

20 something pairs of shoes in my closet

Drip down like a leaky fucking faucet

Hot chick, he be all up in my DM's

Need to cool off got you diving in the deep end

I'm a angel but lil' baby I'm also a demon

Don't be surprised when I'm plotting and I'm scheming

Drip down yeah I be throwing fits

Game this guy is trying to spit at me but he ain't got no rizz

Really I'm that girl yeah I'm that bitch no shit

Articuno all up on my wrist get like this

Real ill with it yeah I'm sick

If you want the biscuits you got to take a risk

Counting blue cheese yeah I'm counting blue strips

I live for the thrill I live for the plot twist

Go getter bag getter you already know

I ain't trying to hold no grudges I'm trying to let it go

Like a plant yeah all that shine it help me grow

Finna act up then go ahead and get stoned

Turn't up crushing up a little Molly rock

In the party and we 'bout to make them bottles pop

But I'm not here not even real I think I'm photo shopped

Don't got no time to pay attention to some local ops

I hit the city and I make it look like a photo op

I can't remember the last time I had a sober thought

But I give my all up on these tracks I give all that I got

Trying to keep my morals in check while I'm trying to make this guap

Drip down yeah I be throwing fits

Stack up yeah I'm counting all these chips like ritz

Really I'm that girl yeah I'm that bitch no shit

Articuno all up on my wrist get like this

Real ill with it yeah I'm sick

If you want the biscuits you got to take a risk

Re-applying more gloss all up on my lips

I live for the thrill I live for the plot twist