Miley Cyrus (OG) lyrics

[Intro]
(Pretti)

[Chorus]
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' b*tch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, n*gga)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Step)
Cartiers, I step (Step), H-Hermès jeans, I step (Damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X (Yeah, yeah), X, X, X, X, bi-b*tch
I just want yo' neck (Want yo' neck), I don't do the sex
I don't know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best (The best), yеah, she gave me bеck (Wah)
She suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, pus*y n*ggas dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it (Checks), l-lay his ass to rest (Pah)
Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
Jugg his homie guap and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
We got sh*t on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
And you know we on the top-shelf sh*t, just like Jessie
I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
Bae, this sh*t got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah

[Verse]
[?], that's just the way that I been dressin'
Hold up, Hermès on my top, Hermès on my body, flexin' sh*t
Caught my opps outside, I don't know why they think they pressin' sh*t
Slapped him with the fye, I don't know why he think he pressin' sh*t
I just popped a pill, I swear to God she such a sexy b*tch
Gucci shades on, yeah, I mix that with my Vetements
S-step, doin' Perc 10, mixed with f*cking ketamine
Goofy sh*t irrelevant, my demons never even make sense
Watch the f*cking pack flip like a f*cking gymnast
Hoes on my body, I swear to God that I'm a feminist
Gucci shirt small as f*ck, but I think I can fit in this
[?], I'm blitzin' sh*t
[Chorus]
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' b*tch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, n*gga)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Step)
Cartiers, I step (Step), H-Hermès jeans, I step (Damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X (Yeah, yeah), X, X, X, X, bi-b*tch
I just want yo' neck (Want yo' neck), I don't do the sex
I don't know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best (The best), yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
She suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, pus*y n*ggas dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it (Pah), l-lay his ass to rest
Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
Jugg his homie guap and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
We got sh*t on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
And you know we on the top-shelf sh*t, just like Jessie
I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
Bae, this sh*t got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah