[Intro]
Hey, OLLY!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Label tellin' me to get more personal
Shawty tellin’ me to get her a purse
I told both of them, don't take this personal
But I don't think that shit finna work
Too anti, I can’t converse
These Rick Owens, I can't Converse
I ain't tryna talk, ho, gimme commerce
My bitch mad I don't even call first
My bitch mad, but money come first
My bitch mad I don't let her cum first
Yvngxworld lifestyle, it's a young earth
I was 16, makin' TikTok bitches twerk
And he called me a TikTok rapper he a nerd
And if I'm a TikTok rapper, I did it first
Only n***a that I trust is me
Pullin’ up like I’m Curry n***a, I'ma dunk that shit from deep
While I’m on tour, pull up in a minivan, I got many bands out of reach
And I got two bitches, that's twenty fingers, I got many hands on the meat
Aye, pop yo' shit, twin
Got these hoes on my dick, man
Ain't no Madden, but that boy get blitzed, man
In Toronto bitch, I’m in the six, man
Stick come off the bench like a sixth, man
I want plenty hoes, give me six, man
My nickname Precipitation, cause I got that drip, man
Can't come near me, do you got a Christian wristband?
Get in my underwear, and then I'm flipping inside of that bitch, man
Ha, this pack thrax, this shit kickin'
Liquid crack, bitch, I sipped it
My shit to a T, lipton
She put lips on me, sippin'
Bitch I'm too elite, you trippin'
Gave her my Peter, lil' shawty Griffin
[Chorus]
She got some hand strength, lil' shawty grippin'
Not tryna fuck, lil hoe you trippin'
This ain't Dior, talkin' bout a Christian
N***a be yours, brodie, you not Christian
All of the whores tryna fuck on Christian
All of these doors openin' for Christian
She call me God, she not even Christian
I guess I'm the lord, baby, I don't get it

[Verse 2]
She like, "Pass me off to Christian"
And she wanna match me now, we twinnin'
Oh shit, this perky got me spinnin'
Nowadays, all of my dreams livid
Nowadays, all of my dreams I live it
Like sleep paralysis, but no demons in it
I fucked a ho and left no semen in it
I ain't posed to beat her, dad, see me in the kitchen
I ran a red light, I don't stop at a minion
I'm in a Challenger, I'm Tokyo Driftin''
I am not comin', I don't know these lil' bitches
You think I'm pussy? Show me that n***a

[Chorus]
She got some hand strength, lil' shawty grippin'
Not tryna fuck, lil hoe you trippin'
This ain't Dior talkin' bout a Christian
N***a be yours, brodie, you not Christian
All of the whores tryna fuck on Christian
All of these doors openin' for Christian
She call me God, she not even Christian
I guess I'm the lord, baby, I don't get it