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[Part I]

[Intro]
Huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Promethazine habit, lean habit, codeine habit
Kickstand, yeah, biker, yeah, yeah, I'm leanin'
I chop the top off the McLaren, this ain't no Lamborghini
My white ho got big titties, she remind me of Sydney Sweeney
Sydney Sweeney, Sydney Sweeney
I rock that stick like it's a purse, yeah, my chopper swingin'
Like Sydney Sweeney, my stick have them titties underneath
Like Sydney Sweeney, my b*tch titties big like double D
Emergency, emergency
Shawty just threw it back, she tryna hurt me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shawty just threw it back, she tryna birth one
But I'm way too rich, yeah, for this b*tch, no, I can't birth none
My swag way too sick, I need an IV, yeah, yeah
Cs in my pocket, but we throwin' Bs over here
I got designer habits, I got designer habits, I can't stop
I was f*ckin' on your b*tch in my Rick Owens socks
I was f*ckin' on your b*tch in my Rick Owens socks
I was f*ckin' on your b*tch in my Rick Owens socks
I was f*ckin' on your b*tch in my Rick Owens socks
My Rick Owens socks, my Rick Owens socks, yeah
[Part II]

[Verse]
I'm off the G6, they don't know if I'm talkin' 'bout the pill or the plane
Iced out my mouth, went Alex Moss, I don't know none 'bout Johnny Dang
I got unlimited jewelry, I put a X on my chain
She got unlimited pus*y, I'm 'bout to f*ck her for hours
Switched up my flow, he can't keep up, that boy career goin' sour
Paris Fashion Week, she wanna f*ck at the Eiffel Tower
Paris Fashion Week, a model ho 'bout to get devoured
She say she like my aesthetic, all gas, no brakes, I'm unleaded
If I f*ck with you, then we locked in, yeah, we dreaded
She f*ckin' with me, yeah, she rubbin', yeah, her hand through my dreads
Ain't repeatin' sh*t after I speak, b*tch, I mean what I said
I can buy fifteen Richie Mills, why would I cop a Rolex?