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[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on the pill and it got me too up
She got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
Yeah, that b*tch mad as f*ck 'cause that drank in my cup
She be thinking I'm finna boom all the funds
I'll kaboom the sh*t on you, I'm in love
Goin' fast in a muhf*ckin' spaceship, b*tch
Know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil' b*tch
Know I'm ridin' round' town with that Drac', lil' b*tch
He got Ricky, I know that sh*t fake, lil' b*tch
We got guns, don't get hit in the face, lil' b*tch
Talkin' sh*t, you get put in your place like this
He get hit in his face like this
And I'm goin' to space on the drink

[Verse]
Ye-yeah
I'm in Cali' with a bad b*tch, yeah
She a super baddie, love to kiss her
And she from the east, talm 'bout Fisher
I should f*ck the b*tch, I know you miss her
I just f*cked the b*tch and then you kissed her
Want a pic', but I don't know you, mister
That's your b*tch? She eatin' me like dessert
I recruit the b*tch, I had to list her
And my pockets swollen like a blister (Uh, uh)
You don't even know me, bae
Yeah, she talm 'bout "Hold me, bae"
Treat you like a trophy, bae
I think we could do this sh*t, baby girl
Gotta keep it lowkey, okay?
She think I'ma give the whole f*cking world
You soundin' like a junkie, okay
Video game in my head, yeah
I'm on a Perc, I can't feel no pain, yea h
I be high as sh*t, a f*cking crane, yeah
Perc to the head'll f*ck your cranium
Shout out saintracks, like, free Ukraine, yeah
Yeah, my boy just fled, I don't blame 'em
Goin' up, on a Nos
Too stuck, I'm too gone
Get your stuff 'cause you gone
And, lil' b*tch, I get guap, get it gone
We got rocks, yeah, we got stones
Get the Glock, get 'em gone
On the block, yeah-yeah, wit' them goons
Tryna' plot, you gon' lose
That b*tch hot, but she rude
Now she not, got her nude
Uh, uh
At the club, yeah, the b*tch want a pic', yeah
Steady asking, "What's that on the fit?," yeah
You don't wanna know, it cost a brick, yeah (Yeah)
On the f*ckin juice, um
Yeah, she hot like Tucson
I need two like coupon
Need a group of 'em
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on the pill and it got me too up
She got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
Yeah, that b*tch mad as f*ck 'cause that drank in my cup
She be thinking I'm finna boom all the funds
I'll kaboom the sh*t on you, I'm in love
Goin' fast in a muhf*ckin' spaceship, b*tch
Know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil' b*tch
Know I'm ridin' round' town with that Drac', lil' b*tch
He got Ricky, I know that sh*t fake, lil' b*tch
We got guns, don't get hit in the face, lil' b*tch
Talkin' sh*t, you get put in your place like this
He get hit in his face like this
And I'm goin' to space on the drink