[Intro]
(Fake bitches, jet lag)
(Dog tags, Prada bags)
(Fake bitches, jet lag)
(Dog tags, Prada bags)
(Fake bitches, jet lag)
(Dog tags, Prada bags)
(Fake bitches, jet lag)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
I need some water, my throat is getting dry again
Hard to keep my attention when I'm off of a Xan
Bad bitch shit, bet you're new to it
Told you not to talk to me, don't wanna hear that stupid shit you gotta say
Digging up a shallow grave (Honestly)
LAX and NYC, all designer brands on me
Fuck that (Oh), I just need to get a big bag
They keep asking if I'm (Up), bitch, I've been that

[Verse 2]
I think I'm becoming selfish
And I don't think I wanna change regardless of what I've been on
Moving in silence, I'm moving alone
Labels keep texting me shit that I don't understand, I'm getting my check and I'm gone
Bringing him into my whip, I'ma hit it and dip, I could never give him some respect
I done lost so many friends, but they all crawling back now that they know that I'm next up
[Verse 3]
And I'm stressed and they want my life and I don't know why
Yeah, my life is filled with dog tags, Prada bags
Fake bitches, jet lag
Rolling up, counting up
Popping beans and getting stu-stuck
Cherry Fanta, pop a bus
Red Bull (Throw it up)
Face down, asphalt
Don't know when I've had enough