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

[Verse]
Promethazine, had the lean, had the codeine
Had the kickstand, yeah, barkin', 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
C's in my pocket, but we throwin' B's 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