[Chorus]
Blowin'—
Blowin' these fumes, it can't be good for the environment (The gas, the gas)
I took her number but that doesn't mean that I'm diallin' it (Brrr, brrr)
They livin' life with no purpose I don't even know what that is (Huh, huh)
Three phones on me, that don't mean none I ain't replying to shit
She sexy head to toe, she said “Pull up, I'm on my own”
Givenchy, Rick, I own it (Own it)
Back then, lil' bitch, we stole it (Stole it)
Need that Cartier first, not a Rollie (Rollie)
If you know that, then, you know me
And the plug just hit my phone, he keep chattin' 'bout “Why you ain't phone me?”

[Verse]
Four tings squash up ins—
Four tings squash up inside this four-door
I was at the 'BNB then I seen four more
Shorty wanna fuck you ain't gotta front no more (Front no more)
A-Classes all up inside this C-Class, smelling like ganja when I speed past
Said she was a bae, she was just another eater
I can't shed no tears, like they in the freezer
And my necklace on chandelier, all my jeans got tears she was tryna undo my denim (Huh)
Revvin' that ped I ain't rent it, I made this cash can't tell me don't spend it
Like Skep' man I got No Fear, they ain't seen what I did in them Airs
I can't slip it, got an Asian ting like London Tipton
She was puttin' me on, she's showin' me dimsum
Uh-uh-uh, Uh-uh-uh-uh
If I threw you one zip, you can't flip nah nah
I like foreign Barbies and foreign cars, see you high like me but you ain't on Mars
Uh-uh-uh, Uh-uh-uh
My bruddas trappin' in Ralph Lauren
Tra— tra— trappin' in Ralph Lauren
She keep asking “What you pourin'?”
Yeah
Mind your business
All this red in my cup like a slit wrist
DJ the pussy, the deck is the clitoris
I'm with the scammers, the baddies the trappers
[Chorus]
Blowin'—
Blowin' these fumes, it can't be good for the environment (The gas, the gas)
I took her number but that doesn't mean that I'm diallin' it (Brrr, brrr)
They livin' life with no purpose I don't even know what that is (Huh, huh)
Three phones on me, that don't mean none I ain't replying to shit
She sexy head to toe, she said “Pull up, I'm on my own”
Givenchy, Rick, I own it (Own it)
Back then, lil' bitch, we stole it (Stole it)
Need that Cartier first, not a Rollie (Rollie)
If you know that, then, you know me
And the plug just hit my phone, he keep chattin' 'bout “Why you ain't phone me?” (Uh uh)