Oh I think we too sweet (velvet)
Pass you by in two seat (tell it)
Purse drop in that whoo suite (sell it)
Can’t rap for a bookdeal (shelf it)
You need a ghostwriter (spell it)
Stuck up my coat tighter (Senate)
No brain bitch blow dryer (get it?)
You couture? Old fighter (dead it)

We do what you dreaming bout
Whip Just/In, make Bieber sounds
Flow make them go sea surround
Red red velvet in it
Crying ‘bout ‘’that sounded rude’’
Real life off beat out of tune
Fuck up out my crowded room
Red red velvеt in it

Fuck around you get mad at them, but I bury them
Cuz wе Square up bitch that’s Madison
Tell A.B. that I gotta carry sum
Tell Nicki that I got a tacky son
She beam you, Scotty, medicine
That white block, zip lock, vanishing
And I cross you, Simon, damaging
Cartoon fake hoes get knocked out
Sucka want Smoke
So I tell ‘em what the Pop ‘bout?
Bitch come round and I already hopped out
Rinse rappers when they hit me with a washout
Yo, I'm in Budapest and all these labels stay hungry
You know my verse is worth ‘’A Milli’’, probably call Young money
You can't catch me, I strategize
Cuz i’ll make it out here dead/alive
And I told y’all sweet is never fine
So I cut barz open, metal knives
But this deal too dirty, sterilize
Snow white queen off the credit line
Can't decide, compartmentalize
Kelly where my ‘’Dilemma’’ lie?
Oh I think we too sweet (velvet)
Pass you by in two seat (tell it)
Purse drop in that whoo suite (sell it)
Can’t rap for a bookdeal (shelf it)
You need a ghostwriter (spell it)
Stuck up my coat tighter (Senate)
No brain bitch blow dryer (get it?)
You couture? Old fighter (dead it)
We do what you dreaming bout
Whip Just/In, make Bieber sounds
Flow make them go sea surround
Red red velvet in it
Crying ‘bout ‘’that sounded rude’’
Real life off beat out of tune
Fuck up out my crowded room
Red red velvet in it

And ain’t none of y’all is seeing me
I’m seeing cash and I’m seeing green
Lace up them shoes let’s take it back
Blast from the past that history
Want all the smoke nothing between
Level up you where I used to be
You can’t compare so don’t take it there
I eat y’all up when I feast
It’s a riot not a party huh
Blast off in a rari yuh
Said what I said
And I meant what I meant
I’m sorry not sorry
Now I won’t hesitate to catch a case or a body ody ody
Everyday’s a halloween revenge is sweet
Can’t no one top me
I see that all my potential takes a hit at insecurities
These suckas think they ‘’Warriors’’
These bitches never ‘’Curry’’ me
That doubting don't occur to me
What lane you think I'm swerving b?
I know you know you heard of me (uh!)