[Pre-Chorus: Lil Cherry]
Please don't forget it
Yuh please
Please don’t forget it
Vitamin C

[Chorus: GOLDBUUDA]
Choppin dem T-bone New York steak
Yuh I see yo bitch gon pleased
Coppin that smoke dat lit (Uh)
Ya woo yo bitch gon sneeze
I got dem choppa on dem Benz
My bae she wanting dat stick
My goons getting all dem tatts
Stacking em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)
Hit dat thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)
Lickin my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits
Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3
Talk bout that jit mightbe work with police
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lil Cherry]
I see the demon in your eye
B wit the clicka bout to goof
And I'ma die before I see it
But I still keep a silent rule
You the Rico wit the roof
I ain't got no signals in my booth
Yuh please
Please don’t forget it

[Bridge: Lil Cherry]
That's what I didn't tell her
Your love on me-e
That's what I didn't tell her
It's all on me-e-e
That's what I didn't tell her
It’s all on me-e-e
That’s what I didn't tell her

[Refrain: Lil Cherry]
Put it on high, put it on gee
Put it on ai ai 옹 (ai ai 옹)
Put it on high, put it on gee
Put it on ai ai 옹 (ai ai 옹)
Put it on, put it on
Put it on, A, A, 옹 (A, A, 옹)
Put it on, put it on
Put it on, A, A, 옹 (A, A, 옹)
[Verse 2: Lil Cherry]
I see the demon in your eye
B wit the clicka bout to goof
And I’ma die before I see it
But I still keep a silent rule
You the Rico wit the roof
I ain't got no signals in my booth

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Cherry]
Yuh please
Please don't forget it
Don't forget it
Yuh please
Please don’t forget it
Vitamin C

[Chorus: GOLDBUUDA]
Choppin dem T-bone New York steak
Yuh I see yo bitch gon pleased
Coppin that smoke dat lit (Uh)
Ya woo yo bitch gon sneeze
I got dem choppa on dem Benz
My bae she wanting dat stick
My goons getting all dem tatts
Stacking em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)
Hit dat thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)
Lickin my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits
Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3
Talk bout that jit mightbe work with police
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick (Uh)
[Verse 3: Lil Cherry]
Lookin' at your neck
You're a sell out huh?
Lookin' at your neck
You're a sell out huh?
You gon run, you gon run
You gon run by the book
Couldn't sell out, huh
You gon run, you gon run
You gon run by the book
Couldn't sell out, huh

[Chorus: GOLDBUUDA]
Choppin dem T-bone New York steak
Yuh I see yo bitch gon pleased
Coppin that smoke dat lit (Uh)
Ya woo yo bitch gon sneeze
I got dem choppa on dem Benz
My bae she wanting dat stick
My goons getting all dem tatts
Stacking em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)
Hit dat thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)
Lickin my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits
Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3
Talk bout that jit mightbe work with police
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon hit dat lick (Uh)