[Intro]
(Money Musik)
Wagwan
(Let me beat it up like Jaegen)
I'm fucked up
She might let Ramy in

[Chorus]
Fuck her in the back seat of my car
Shorty like, "Play the new Travis Scott" (It's lit)
With her ass out, pokin' like a cactus
Say she never been with a star (What?)
I'm a dog off the leash
I be on the loose like every night (The loose)
And your broad wanna breed
Yeah, she chose up, that's a scary sight

[Post-Chorus]
More and more, whores on whores
Screamin' front row, it's a horror show
Dior, Dior, at the store
Singin' Pop Smoke, thеy don't want no smoke
Say she want coke, shе ain't talking 'bout Cola
If she want blow, she can blow for sure
Actin' like she know me, bitch, I don't know ya
Little whore talking 'bout my horoscope
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm a Savittarius, she a Pisces, she nothin' like me
I'm just curious, you wanna wife me, is it 'cause I'm icy?
Or is it 'cause of my handsome face?
That's why you wanna give me face
Big round booty, girl, shake
Go 'head, baby, make the earth quake

[Chorus]
Fuck her in the back seat of my car
Shorty like, "Play the new Travis Scott" (It's lit)
With her ass out, pokin' like a cactus
Say she never been with a star (What?)
I'm a dog off the leash
I be on the loose like every night (The loose)
And your broad wanna breed
Yeah, she chose up, that's a scary sight

[Post-Chorus]
More and more, whores on whores
Screamin' front row, it's a horror show
Dior, Dior, at the store
Singin' Pop Smoke, they don't want no smoke
Say she want coke, she ain't talking 'bout Cola
If she want blow, she can blow for sure
Actin' like she know me, bitch, I don't know ya
Little whore talking 'bout my horoscope
[Verse 2]
Just touched down in the Hills
No Call of Duty, I got twenty-five kills
Black jeans full of blue bills
Before I go in, gotta pop me two pills (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
I got her in her feelings
And her ass jiggle real, I can feel it (Yeah)
And it's lookin' like I'm her next meal
I'ma fuck her, haffi break, make it go retarded

[Chorus]
Fuck her in the back seat of my car
Shorty like, "Play the new Travis Scott" (It's lit)
With her ass out, pokin' like a cactus
Say she never been with a star (What?)
I'm a dog off the leash
I be on the loose like every night (The loose)
And your broad wanna breed
Yeah, she chose up, that's a scary sight

[Post-Chorus]
More and more, whores on whores
Screamin' front row, it's a horror show
Dior, Dior, at the store
Singin' Pop Smoke, they don't want no smoke
Say she want coke, she ain't talking 'bout Cola
If she want blow, she can blow for sure
Actin' like she know me, bitch, I don't know ya
Little whore talking 'bout my horoscope