[Intro]
Fuck
Wait, turn me up a little bit

[Chorus]
[?] got me horny
[?]
Fuckboy tryna [?] my swag
He ain't even got my money in the bag
Droppin' bodies like a nun
[?]
These bands, they shop like they're from racks
Want that free, you gettin' tacks

[Post-Chorus]
I did it (I did it)
I did it, I did it, I did it (I did it)
I made it, I made it, I made it (I made it)
Got a .8, don't want anybody take it (Don't take it)
Say you wrong, bitch, [?], I did it
I did it (I did it)
I did it, I did it, I did it (I did it)
I made it, I made it, I made it (I made it)
Got a .8, don't want anybody take it (Don't take it)
Say you wrong, bitch, [?], I—
[Chorus]
[?] got me horny
[?]
Fuckboy tryna [?] my swag
He ain't even got my money in the bag
Dr-Dr-Droppin' bodies like a nun
[?]
These bands, they shop like they're from racks
Want that free, you gettin' tacks

[Verse]
[?] broke as fuck, who you shootin' at?
Stomp his head in like a rat
My [?] always where you are
I'm still countin' checks
And you're still texting your ex (Hahaha!)
[?], kill yourself
If you hit a girl, you go shoot yourself
Poppin' bottles, I'm gettin' cocky

[Chorus]
[?] got me horny
[?]
Fuckboy tryna [?] my swag
He ain't even got my money in the bag
Droppin' bodies like a nun
[?]
These bands, they shop like they're from racks
Want that free, you gettin' tacks