[Intro: Nemzzz]
(Nathaniel London)
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
Yo

[Chorus: Nemzzz & Young Adz]
She look bad every day, mm
Chains all up in her face, mm
She got expensive taste, mm
She been serving face, mm
Cook the coke into paste, mm
Molly water to her face, mm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste (Yo)

[Verse 1: Nemzzz]
Made her walk just so I can stare back
Take off your clothes, I'm hitting it
Hypnotised, I'm hitting it bareback
Put her to bed, she got jet lag
Give me a taste, got her wet now
You want Chanel? Go get that
Stack in the bag, ayo, take that
She got a man, I didn't hear that
Got in my bag and it multiplied
Sat on my face, made her cry
They hate on me, wonder why
Blue in the whip like the sky
Out the way, I'm out the mix
No 808s that back up the kick
They adding it up, I'm tryna be slick
But we got the same background on pics
[Chorus: Nemzzz, Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
She look bad every day, mm
Chains all up in her face, mm
She got expensive taste, mm
She been servig' face, mm
Cook the coke into paste, mm
Molly water to her face, mm
Lean stains in the Wraith (Yeah)
I like how this lady taste (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
Sippin' [cream? 1:05], like the taste, uh-huh
Calabasas out the gate, uh-uh
Gun closet with a safe, uh-huh
Things that we done, can't say, uh-uh
Had to go hard 'cause I'm sick of the promises
I cannot deal with the promises
I've sat with a bitch and we gassed this shit up about love, but we both done the opposite
He roll in the street like DBE, that's why the trap is acknowledging
I heard my nitties is jumping like fleas, that's why they sick and they vomiting
I'm probably in Chrome, I'm sitting Supreme, I'm treating this shit like a Adidas (Yeah)
We get the fire, we ain't riding with phones, I know them n***as ain't need us

[Chorus: Nemzzz & Young Adz]
She look bad every day, mm
Chains all up in her face, mm
She got expensive taste, mm
She been servin' face, mhm
Cook the coke into paste, mm
Molly water to her face, mm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste
[Verse 3: Young Adz]
I'm in Chanel, Hermès, startin' my mornin'
Big league, 80k out the bank
Get me in my mood, we diggin' up shoes
Got shooters on speed dial, tellin' them crash
Goddy out the can, get it all back
I ain't takin' my Lam' out if the weather is wack
I make a IG baddie sell crack
29 really fuck up the tap, huh
'Bout to go Lambo' again, bring the mini AK and the Rambo again
I got a ten out of ten, I won't trust her for shit 'cause she riding 'round with them
Go down, bitch, I know that she would never leave, she a ten out of ten with the natural physique
Me and Bazz talk Patekies, it's tekky, one fifth on the kettle straight from HMP

[Chorus: Nemzzz & Young Adz]
She look bad every day, mm
Chains all up in her face, mm
She got expensive taste, mm
She been serving face, mm
Cook the coke into paste, mm
Molly water to her face, mm
Lean stains in the Wraith
I like how this lady taste