[Intro]
​(blood pup)

[Pre-Chorus]
Come over to the party, we'll get fucked up on Molly
I'm feelin' so nostalgic, we're trippin' off the acid
You know we steady tweakin' but only for the weekend
We're dancin' in the rave lights, the geeks are clubbin' all night

[Chorus]
I'ma pop another Addy while your bitch calls me daddy
All the bitches steady ravin', they ran off from location
We'll toss a private party, we take shots of Bacardi
You ain't fuckin' invited, unless you are a Barbie
I'ma pop— pillies, the Xannies got me chillin'
We'll get so fucked up, and wе can go thriftin'
We only do the clean shit 'causе Fentanyl be killin'
I'm super wasted with my homies in the club, and we be livin'

[Verse]
We're so- We're so fabulous, all they want is all this swag
We're posted up with our emo drip, like, everyday
It's a fuckin' lights out, if you wanna be like me
You make fun of me, but you can't pull it off, okay?
You mad for what? 'Cause you can't be an emo slut?
You're chewin' nuts, yeah, why you look dumb as fuck?
Stop acting like a creep, you make me wanna throw up
Today, I kissed two bitches, baby, you can't get your hopes up
[Pre-Chorus]
Come over to the party, we'll get fucked up on Molly
I'm feelin' so nostalgic, we're trippin' off the acid
You know we steady tweakin' but only for the weekend
We're dancin' in the rave lights, the geeks are clubbin' all night

[Chorus]
I'ma pop another Addy while your bitch calls me daddy
We gonna touch right on you, your makeup is so cute
You're lookin' like a living flag, kisses on your neck
So dripped out with your double D breasts (Breasts, b-b-breasts)

[Bridge]
Kissing, o-on the line
I like your style, could you be my bi-i-i-i-i—
Show 'em off to the world
What are you thinkin' of? You can have my kids

[Pre-Chorus]
Come over to the party, we'll get fucked up on Molly
I'm feelin' so nostalgic, we're trippin' off the acid
You know we steady tweakin' but only for the weekend
We're dancin' in the rave lights, the geeks are clubbin' all night

[Outro]
I'ma pop another Addy while your bitch calls me daddy
All the bitches steady ravin', they ran off from location
We'll toss a private party, we take shots of Bacardi
You ain't fuckin' invited, unless you are a Barbie
I'ma pop— (Pop)