[Intro]
([?] got the [?])
(Zayskillz)

[Verse]
Uh, yeah, uh, spent a lot at Saks Fifth
Got my foot up on these n***as necks, I hit a backflip
Ratchets and asses
I said "gang what's crackin'?"
Okay, okay, that boy, he not trendin', he's a has-been
Okay, okay, bitch, I'm way too cool for fuckin' ad-libs
You hop on Instagram, cappin', while I hop on with no caption, goddamn
She in my DM, four eyes on the high, no glasses, damn
I'm seventeen years old with a big bag, so I got no classes, bitch
Ain't no way that she makin' me skeet fast, I'm slow like molasses, bitch
And Number Nine, on my jeans, I'm fair like Rondo, I'm a pastor, bitch
And never mind, n***a, please, this n***a be bitch-made, tryna rat and shit
N***a, you not where you supposed to be, and I got your thot gettin' close to me
I'm fuckin' her thigh and she goin' up, down, rollercoaster me
Uh, she said my life is a drug, bad hoe need a dose of me
Uh, number nine on the U.S. charts, that shit gettin' old to me Number one at the top, pussy where I'm 'posed to be
L .A. bitch she think she mine on the TikTok, quit posting me
You got to know the difference when I call you, baby, it's jokingly
Uh, yeah