(Verse 1)
Look at my dishy lips
Look at the saucy trip
Prada look at the kicks
S*cking my dick no kiss
Got an outfit can’t afford it
So many swags in my closet
My pocket can’t fit the key falling
That mean my track got me parallel parking
Coming like blum gonna pull up in sparkle
got a white b*tch she came from Wisconsin
F*ck in the evening, I f*ck in the morning
taking my acne my pants then keep falling
Go to Jamaica to swim with the doggs
Out of the worlds I f** like a marshall [?]
On a who*e but don’t need a partner
you sh** I just wanna get