Bad bitch with a bad physique (yeah), she got double Ds
I'm breaking down her anatomy, and she suck me sleep
I can introduce you how to survive in this lifestyle (lifestyle)
Drippin' in expensive linens
Different type of textiles (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stuck up in my gravity, I'm caught up in a hex now (yeah)

She say, "you make me complete"
I tell her keep it discrete
No, these racks don't fold, they crease
I just get the bands increased
She stay stuck on me like a flea
Spend that shit and make it back
I burn the bag like third degree
I'm a demon in a Hellcat (swerve)
I been gettin' bands since a rugrat (yeah, yeah)
And I'm speedin', I love the feeling (yeah)
She don't want a bag, just my secrets
Drip from head to toe, and ice out my wrist, I'm anemic (yeah)
Drowning in the coupe without you, feel like submarine, yeah (yeah, yeah)
If you in my passenger, you bet we take the scenic (yeah)
My life like a movie, every day is a new scene, yeah
Plotting on the takin' world, I feel like Luciano
She gon' do whatever I say, stuck in my Susanoo
Baby, let me ice you out, then we could be a light show
Callin' me the most but you still callin' on my iPhone (yeah)

Bad bitch with a bad physique (yeah), she got double Ds
I'm breaking down her anatomy, and she suck me sleep
I can introduce you how to survive in this lifestyle (lifestyle)
Drippin' in expensive linens
Different type of textiles (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stuck up in my gravity, I'm caught up in a hex now (yeah)

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Writer(s): Keegan Bach, Khalil Tatem, Robert Mandell