[VERSE]
Big racks
Know I stack it
In the whip
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting

At the club booming with you hoe
She come through and top it
At the club I’m piped up with your hoe
Can’t nobody top this

Back in London I’m back on the road
Hunting knife in my pocket
When I’m in Texas know I keep that pole
Bitch don’t make me pop it

Hop in the lamb, hope in the charger
Know you go hard but know we go harder
Ion really rap but I’m feeling like Carter
If you want the verse fixed price no barter
Ion rock Gucci just balenci and Prada
She on her knees pray to me like God
Tell me what you know bout balenci and Prada
Lil n***a know you still shopping at Ross

[HOOK]
Big racks
Know I stack it
In the whip
Hoе don’t crash it

Bad bitch
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know shе want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
Bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
Sticks and knifes out
HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights

[VERSE]
She my tweedle dum
But I’m her tweedle dumber
Psychedelic horror story
Life feels like it’s Midsommar

My hoe acting kinda odd
She grant me wish like Timmy Turner
We don’t fight we pop them shots
Bitch don’t make me up this burner

Tek-9 not no BB gun
You bet we left his shirt in blood
I feel like Mr Put It On
When I put on that Helmut Lang

She ride this dick like motorcycle
She ain’t got no helmet on
She love that this dick big like Eiffel
When I’m inside her Wonder Walls
[HOOK]
Big racks
Know I stack it
In the whip
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
Bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
Sticks and knifes out

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights
[VERSE]
Big racks
Know I stack it
In the whip
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting

At the club booming with you hoe
She come through and top it
At the club I’m piped up with your hoe
Can’t nobody top this

Back in London I’m back on the road
Hunting knife in my pocket
When I’m in Texas know I keep that pole
Bitch don’t make me pop it

Hop in the lamb, hope in the charger
Know you go hard but know we go harder
Ion really rap but I’m feeling like Carter
If you want the verse fixed price no barter

Ion rock Gucci just balenci and Prada
She on her knees pray to me like God
Tell me what you know bout balenci and Prada
Lil n***a know you still shopping at Ross

[HOOK]
Big racks
Know I stack it
In the whip
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
Bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
Sticks and knifes out

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights

[VERSE]
She my tweedle dum
But I’m her tweedle dumber
Psychedelic horror story
Life feels like it’s Midsommar

My hoe acting kinda odd
She grant me wish like Timmy Turner
We don’t fight we pop them shots
Bitch don’t make me up this burner

Tek-9 not no BB gun
You bet we left his shirt in blood
I feel like Mr Put It On
When I put on that Helmut Lang

She ride this dick like motorcycle
She ain’t got no helmet on
She love that this dick big like Eiffel
When I’m inside her Wonder Walls

[HOOK]
Big racks
Know I stack it
In the whip
Hoe don’t crash it

[HOOK]