[Intro]
Yeah
Okay

[Chorus]
I ain't fucking with these germs, I'm sick
Riding 'round with a foreign, no tint
Cigarettes, she can taste 'em on my lips
Under the skin like an IV drip
I ain't fucking with these germs, I'm sick
Riding 'round with a foreign, no tint
Cigarettes, she can taste 'em on my lips
Under the skin like an IV drip

[Verse]
They mad 'cause I got a crop top on
Pull up on your bitch at the nail salon
A Prada bag, I'll wear it
Make-up on, girl, hope to catch you staring
I'm pretty, okay, let's get it, olé
Take you on a trip to the fuck-up days
I'll pull you away from the pain
Girl, we'll be rockin' before all the fame

[Bridge]
I'm up next but I'm better when I'm with you
Don't worry 'bout these germs, I'll protect you
I'm up next but I'm better when I'm with you
Don't worry 'bout these germs
I'm up next but I'm better when I'm with you
Don't worry 'bout these germs, I'll protect you
I'm up next but I'm better when I'm with you
Don't worry 'bout these germs