[Intro]
Yeah, uhhh
Yeah, uhhh

[Verse 1]
Angel dust, a couple bottles
Body built just like a model
I’m so cold like Colorado
After sunset go full throttle
Stuntin' on you, no bravado
Parties out in Santiago
After sunset we’re full throttle
Total wipeout go full throttle

[Verse 2]
Mines a rolly, yours Movado
Sunny D with Myx Moscato
Eat the team, yeah that’s the motto
'Bout to crash out of the auto
Left my ex out in Chicago
Watch that shit end up on Bravo
I don't suck dick no, I swallow
2-cb lines in the Tahoe

[Verse 3]
I just got my body done
I’m still 'bout to hit the club
Bitch you’re built just like a truck
Let my doctor chop you up
Cameron Diaz pass the blunt
Charlie’s Angels that's what's up
Here we go! Turn it up
Stupid bitch, don’t interrupt
[Chorus]
Drunk driving and texting in the drive thru
My boyfriend's at the strip club
Sayin' "This is just what guys do"
Full DMs with no one to reply to
But I’m still DUI
Cause pop stars wanna die too
Drunk driving and texting in the drive thru
My boyfriends at the strip club
Sayin' "This is just what guys do"
Full DMs with no one to reply to
But I’m still DUI
Cause pop stars wanna die too

[Verse 4]
Make a bitch shit like skinny tea
Business like I'm a LLC
Now I’m all on ya LED
With the faja on my new body
Got my shit done out in Belize
Now I’m showin’ puss on MTV
Only let freak hoes roll with me
If you don’t like me kiss the ring

[Verse 5]
Offa these designer drugs
Dropped my toaster in the tub
I don’t really give a fuck
Siri engage self destruct
Make some noise like Tara Buck
If you like to play real rough
Boy don’t ask what’s in my trunk
You know that it’s more than junk
[Verse 6]
You know That Kid on the beat
Don’t call less he’s kissin' feet
Now I’m on your ass like skeet
Pull up to the meet and greet
Hot boys keep me on repeat
All my groupies stay discreet
Redbull vodka bittersweet
End these bitches with a tweet
With my homegirl Marguerite
In the Buick bumpin' Yeat
Zack and Cody, life is sweet
Sometimes I don’t wanna eat
That’s why I'm like so petite
Who leaves Kanye for a Pete?
I don’t write no songs for free
All these artists can't be me

[Chorus]
Cause pop stars wanna die too
Drunk driving and texting in the drive thru
My boyfriend's at the strip club
Sayin' "This is just what guys do"
Full DMs with no one to reply to
But I’m still DUI
Cause pop stars wanna die too