I was just playing
I was just playing man, you feel me

So many bars on my page that it’s looking like a prison
I can tell your Pink Floyd, boy, you got a random ribbon
I’ve been starring at the dark side of the moon from my prism
If he talking ‘bout us, then we’re all gonna get ‘em
Why you talking bout them bitch, boy, we all gonna hit ‘em
Why you talking bout the buzz, bruh, we’ve all seen the women
She thinks that you gross, hates silk, wants linen
I talked about her once inside a song, now she offended
She told me that she thought of me once, I bought a pendant
She can take it all from me like bitch here’s my appendix
Why I’m looking for a Barbie? I’m tryna figure who I’m Kenning
You thought that I was joking in my songs, I’m not kidding
I’m a dog, every time I see that coochie, go kitten
Yeah, we go to NY if you talking ‘bout business
We go to LA if you talking ‘bout fitness
She looking at my luggage thinking “hey I can fit in this”
I only got one ticket for the plane and I ain’t risking it

She on my Travis Scott, I’m on her Kendall Jenner
I’m on my Chalamet tonight, I’ma Kendall bender
He think he going NELK, he not a full sender
Me and Jeff Bezos getting pesos by the ya-yo
Calling up our lawyer like “hey, did you get the cased closed?”
You say you got a drip plug but he only selling fake clothes
In my mind the average streamer body type is CaseOh
And I ain’t talking cheese, I don’t feed these rats
I’m the one that’s gonna get ‘em, like go sick ‘em cats
We ain’t talking bags or footballs if she getting sacks
We ain’t talking ‘bout money or shelves if I want the racks
She thinking I’m a trick, I think that she’ll never trip
She’ll never fall for me I don’t know why I told her she’s my favorite
I’m allergic to pineapple, so we ain’t gonna flavor it
She gets every single package like she ordered catering
The law said the best thing to do is get restraining orders
I don’t wanna have to involve cops, ima strangle hoarders
We don’t shop at SHEIN, stop the shipment, we need brick and mortar
I think you think you better than me and that shits adorable

Why she whining on my wiener while we start to whip and weave
Why she crying ‘bout some chocolate talking ‘bout some MrBeast
She said she’s home alone, I’m pulling up we ‘bout to have a feast
I’m drunk, I’m stumbling, they said “what you want, the keys?”