[Chorus: Seth Hirsch]
I need a Bae-onetta with some big heels and a cloak
I think shorty ran up on me hit me with the gun smoke
And she keep on playing games but I said this is not a joke
I know she won't tell no no
She won't tell no no
I need a Bae-onetta with some big heels and a cloak
I think shorty ran up on me hit me with the gun smoke
And she keep on playing games but I said this is not a joke
I know she won't tell no no
She won't tell no no

[Verse 1: Seth Hirsch]
Said I'm sitting on the ceiling I don't have no feelings um
I grew up on that Ritalin I can't chill until one million um
I'm going up I'm tiltin' shorty sweet like London Tipton um
You miming you a mimic in the back I look suspicious um
She pulled up with a weapon she gon' shoot me in a second
And I cannot get a witness 'cause she caught me in the kitchen um
And so i had to dip, I feel like I'm ranch dressing uh
Servin' in the house I feel like I'm Fran Drescher uh
I don't need a nanny just somebody who gon' pick it up
They don't understand me I don't even know these people bruh
Run up on me and you gon' get waxed just like Brazilian bruh Choppin' down them trees I keep the axe just like a Villager

[Chorus: Seth Hirsch]
I need a Bae-onetta with some big heels and a cloak
I think shorty ran up on me hit me with the gun smoke
And she keep on playing games but I said this is not a joke
I know she won't tell no no
She won't tell no no
I need a Bae-onetta with some big heels and a cloak
I think shorty ran up on me hit me with the gun smoke
And she keep on playing games but I said this is not a joke
I know she won't tell no no
She won't tell no no
[Verse 2: Seth Hirsch]
Said I'm sitting on the ceiling uh
I don't have no real ones yeah
I grew up on that Ritalin I can't chill until one million um
She messy in the crib I think she need some supervision um
My diamonds look like Messi they aggressive when they kickin' um
I don't do no more shielding I'm attacking I'm resilient
And these folks all in my ear don't know the life that I been living um you can't tell me shit, I wave to the bank teller uh
If the shoe gon' fit, then she'll be my Cinderella uh
They don't understand me I don't even know these people bruh
She ain't even want me 'til she listen to my single bruh
I been really sprinting moving city different city bruh
Hopping out these year I turn my critics into crickets bruh

[Chorus: Seth Hirsch]
I need a Bae-onetta with some big heels and a cloak
I think shorty ran up on me hit me with the gun smoke
And she keep on playing games but I said this is not a joke
I know she won't tell no no
She won't tell no no
I need a Bae-onetta with some big heels and a cloak
I think shorty ran up on me hit me with the gun smoke
And she keep on playing games but I said this is not a joke
I know she won't tell no no
She won't tell no no