[Intro]
Ayy, Woods, light that shit up

[Chorus]
She don't got no stylist
Balenciaga, Prada, what she rockin'?
Since I came up out the womb bitch, I been clocked in
No I cannot show you no love bitch, we ain't locked in

[Post-Chorus]
I cannot fuck with these fake n***as
Since sixth grade bitch I been rockin' this BAPE, n***a
Check my closet, that shit full of BAPE, n***a
I pull out that shit, bitch I go ape, n***a
I cannot fuck with these fake n***as
Since sixth grade bitch I been rockin' this BAPE, n***a
Check my closet, that shit full of BAPE, n***a
I pull out that shit, bitch I go ape, n***a

[Verse]
Just landed off the plane
She think I'm gon' go 'save but I ain't no saint
She think I'm gon' go 'save her no I fuckin' ain't
Rollin up some Metro Boomin', my hands fuckin stank

[Chorus]
She don't got no stylist
Balenciaga, Prada, what she rockin'?
Since I came up out the womb bitch, I been clocked in
No I cannot show you no love bitch, we ain't locked in
[Post-Chorus]
I cannot fuck with these fake n***as
Since sixth grade bitch I been rockin' this BAPE, n***a
Check my closet, that shit full of BAPE, n***a
I pull out that shit, bitch I go ape, n***a