On my knees, pay attention Are you up for a challenge yeah No hands, I throw tantrums yeah Act right if you want this yeah Keep my name out your mentions, ho Listen what I said, and I meant it I ain't buyin', wouldn't even rent it ho
Superstar, I'm too hard, bitch we gon' evaporate Perrier, bubbly, expensive is my only taste Feel so floaty, okay with being lonely The type of bitch, now you got me on your lock screen
Roasting marshmallow Yeah you lookin' like you need a roastin', toastin' Cause I love these bitches keep on hoping, I notice I been way to motherfuckin' focused, oh shit Take over the mothеrfuckin'
You seem so anxious, barely breathing My words got me switching positions So not gonna ask mysеlf Should you be mine
Da-da-da-da-da You should probably own your shit Going 90 in the whip Blowing gas when I sit like Da-da-da-da-da Run fast on this bitch Said I'm crashing the pussy Left the back of the line Back on, make em' break necks Hot and juicy got trends Told that bitch, “We got friends ah” I got two iPhones Cause his best friend hitting' So we get the dog tongue Till his neck can't finish Ain't no missing, put that milk inside this kitten Kitchen counter where he hid it, keep it squeaky clean baker Lick, lick, lick, why you dizzy after liquor? Superhero shit, yeah my wrist an action figure Took off my top, then he slipped out that - (Woo) He lookin' lost, sucked the soul out his rib (Oh) [?] Ima take your chips bitch, kicks And your job, get some money bitch
You seem so anxious, barely breathing My words got me switching positions So not gonna ask myself Should you be mine
(My hater just happened to be bro) (But that's not my fault)
Compositores: Sarah Y Lee, Matthew Crawford, Christian Waite, Aaron Theodore Berton, Ajay Dodani ECAD: Obra #40861683