[PART I]

[Intro]
Elie, like when you play the fucking keyboard
I was stupid drunk (Get the fuck off me, yeah, I know)
You know like, it was the wrong, I was just (I can't see you)
Incoherent (I can't see right now)
Bitch! Yo, I'll fucking— (Ok, erm)

[Chorus]
Sweeter than a mother fucking snowcone
Sassy little bitch, I'm repping SOKO
Booty getting fatter, Mia Gladstone (Mmm)
Cotton candy drip down to my ankles
Sweeter than a mother fucking snowcone (Oh, mmm)
Sassy little bitch, I'm repping SOKO (So, uh)
Booty getting fatter, Mia Gladstone (Stone)
Cotton candy drip down to my ankles (Yeah)

[Verse]
Call your sugar daddy, 'cause he blowing up my phone (Brr)
I don't need his money, bitch, I get it on my own (Own)
I don't need to flex, oh honey, they already know (Know)
Don't be mad at me 'cause they keep begging me for more (Uh)
Bang it up, hang it up, pick it up, hit it up, on to the next one, give it up (Give it up)
Hop on top, then I drop you off, then I vroom vroom quick enough (Hm)
And I don't say sorry, sorry I don't really want to, want to (Oh, my God, sorry)
[Chorus]
Sweeter than a motherfucking snowcone (Ice, ice, ice)
Sassy little bitch, I'm repping SOKO (BTS)
Booty getting fatter, Mia Gladstone (Fatty)
Cotton candy drip down to my ankles

[PART II]

[Verse]
A little possessive, over-obsessive
Recklessly reckless, and I'm just a
Thrift store sweater with the holes
Cute, but I need a little sew
I'm Prozac dependent, attack when defenseless
Not such a bad bitch when I'm on my own
Thrift store sweater with the holes
Faded left sitting at home

[Outro]
(Oh, oh) Thrift store sweater with the holes
(Oh, oh) Cute, but I need a little sew
(Oh, oh) Thrift store sweater with the holes
(Oh, oh) Faded left sitting at home