Music: JPEGMAFIA/Alex Goldblatt
My bitch took over my wrist
I grip to make sure your posse get hit
A lick, you **** be sweeter than mints
The Knicks, you **** ain't won in a bit
You missed, don't pull if don't wanna hit
Desist, make sure that you cease to exist
A god in the light, got your bitch singing hymns
Effortless ****, you know that my bitches be working, lil' baby, it's heaven-scent
Making up shit 'cause you know that shit that you make is not stacking no divendents
**** be wanting to beef 'cause they albums not streaming, man, you nepos irrelevant
These nepos coming from monwy but can't get no go back to momma crib
I feel like Ye when I'm tweaking, I gotta defend it, my blick in the pelican
I feel like Putin, I'm playing you **** Aand taking you bitch out her element
Boom, boom, boom, boom
All of these mother****ing lights
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Everybody got a price
****ing on hoes out of reach at this height, now **** with me, I'm handing out dope like I'm Pfizer
She want to ride it, she know I'm gonna try, make her spit on the mic, like she Bonnie Godiva
Bitch, Ozempic got yo' neck lookin' alien
I'm no samaritan, yo' bitch, we cave her in
I'm finna break a rim ,Shaq in post, Baby Wilt in the paint with 'em
Diamonds Aladdin, my neck look Arabian
**** can't live in the skin, they be hating in
Mask on a **** like Kane when we flaming him
Your career Wayne, no relation to Damion
All of the lights
Look how I flooded the wrist
The cash make her wanna put up a fist
She twisting her fingers like this
We twisting out fingers like this
Look how I flooded the wrist
We gunning for **** like Sergio Kitch'
I'm twisting my fingers like
I'm twisting my fingers like this