[Intro]
(Pretti)

[Chorus]
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, n***a)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Step)
Cartiers, I step (Step), H-Hermès jeans, I step (Damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X (Yeah, yeah), X, X, X, X, bi-bitch
I just want yo' neck (Want yo' neck), I don't do the sex
I don't know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best (The best), yеah, she gave me bеck (Wah)
She suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, pussy n***as dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it (Checks), l-lay his ass to rest (Pah)
Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
Jugg his homie guap and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
We got shit on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
And you know we on the top-shelf shit, just like Jessie
I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah

[Verse]
[?], that's just the way that I been dressin'
Hold up, Hermès on my top, Hermès on my body, flexin' shit
Caught my opps outside, I don't know why they think they pressin' shit
Slapped him with the fye, I don't know why he think he pressin' shit
I just popped a pill, I swear to God she such a sexy bitch
Gucci shades on, yeah, I mix that with my Vetements
S-step, doin' Perc 10, mixed with fucking ketamine
Goofy shit irrelevant, my demons never even make sense
Watch the fucking pack flip like a fucking gymnast
Hoes on my body, I swear to God that I'm a feminist
Gucci shirt small as fuck, but I think I can fit in this
[?], I'm blitzin' shit
[Chorus]
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, n***a)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Step)
Cartiers, I step (Step), H-Hermès jeans, I step (Damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X (Yeah, yeah), X, X, X, X, bi-bitch
I just want yo' neck (Want yo' neck), I don't do the sex
I don't know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best (The best), yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
She suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, pussy n***as dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it (Pah), l-lay his ass to rest
Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
Jugg his homie guap and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
We got shit on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
And you know we on the top-shelf shit, just like Jessie
I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah