(Chorus: XATASHI)
Bad bitch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a fuckin' trip to the motherfuckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the fuckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands
Bad bitch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a fuckin' trip to the motherfuckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the fuckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands

(Verse 1: Sadfriendd)
Ay Ay Damn
Tell shawty she can run it aye
If she wanna kick it, tell lil shawty we gone pun it
Gotta bad bitch, come into the crib because she want it
If I want it imma buy it, I ain't really with the stuntin'
Got a bag on my neck with all this ice on my neck
She gon' bring it down, because she like to get reckless
Shawty said I gave her lockjaw, no tetanus
I keep staring but i hope you ain't offended
Girl damn, you so damn fine(Uh)
I swear to god that you always on my mind (Uh)
And ion really like to waste all this time a lot
But she a bad bitch so I'm tryna take her to my spot (Ay)
Drop it like it hot, baby show me what you got (Uh)
I know im moving fast, girl i know that its a lot (Uh)
But I can't wife you if I find out you a thot
But shawty said she love me but I know she love me not
(Chorus: XATASHI)
Bad bitch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a fuckin' trip to the motherfuckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the fuckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands
Bad bitch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a fuckin' trip to the motherfuckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the fuckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands

(Verse 2: Artifex27)
Hopped out the plane, i just got a new patek
I ain’t talking uzi, that shit automatic
Pull up to the spot, make it rain like confetti
That pussy want smoke, aight bet let him have it
I got bands, got cash, big benz, Louis V on my belt talking big brands
Girl you lookin so fly in that dress, take a sip and relax, I’m the one and that’s facts
Got you in my whip, this shit is a hellcat
Kickdown, ion know where the brakes at
Big stones all up on my wrist, can you see that?
Oh that’s yo bitch? I’ll make sure that I hit that
I just pulled up in a brand new foreign
Poured up a four now that shit got me snoring
Bitch we up next, i don’t know what you thinking
If you want the smoke, you get popped like a pimple