([?]) (Zayskillz) Uh, yeah, uh, spent a lot at Saks Fifth Got my foot up on these niggas 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, god damn She in my DM, four eyes on the high, no glasses, damn I'm 17 years old with a big bag, so I got no classes, bitch Ain't no way that she makin' me skeet fast, Im slow like molasses, bitch And number nine, on my jeans, I'm fair like Rondo, I'm a pastor, bitch And never mind, nigga, please, this nigga be bitch-made, tryna rat and shit Nigga, 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, roller-coaster 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 supposed 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