[Verse 1]
Thing pop like Krispies, call me on the phone, could get risky, uh
Lit like fire in the nighttime, gal call me up just to kiss me
I’m livid on a beat and wise, so I’m never ever picky, uh
Get what I want every time, that’s why I’m always drippy
I get cold in the summertime, my diamonds are real kicky
Shine bright in the sky like a star, you’d be blind if ya miss me
Feng shui on the right arm, my little brother on my phone for Vicky
Uh, my drip flawless like art, call Van Gogh for the hit, please, uh
Call me up for the drip please, uh
I feel like fire, lit
I feel like it’s dire, I gotta hit
I feel like Pop Smoke at this party, put one in your head with this gun on my hip
Stop messaging me, I ain’t gon’ answer
Stop messing with me, or you gon’ be turned to a dancer
And I be Grande, like Ariana
What’s your body count over the years, bounty hunter