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[Part I] [Intro] Huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh [Verse] Promethazine habit, lean habit, codeine habit Kickstand, yeah, biker, yeah, yeah, I'm leanin' I chop the top off the McLaren, this ain't no Lamborghini My white ho got big titties, she remind me of Sydney Sweeney Sydney Sweeney, Sydney Sweeney I rock that stick like it's a purse, yeah, my chopper swingin' Like Sydney Sweeney, my stick have them titties underneath Like Sydney Sweeney, my bitch titties big like double D Emergency, emergency Shawty just threw it back, she tryna hurt me Yeah, yeah, yeah, shawty just threw it back, she tryna birth one But I'm way too rich, yeah, for this bitch, no, I can't birth none My swag way too sick, I need an IV, yeah, yeah Cs in my pocket, but we throwin' Bs over here I got designer habits, I got designer habits, I can't stop I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks My Rick Owens socks, my Rick Owens socks, yeah [Part II] [Verse] I'm off the G6, they don't know if I'm talkin' 'bout the pill or the plane Iced out my mouth, went Alex Moss, I don't know none 'bout Johnny Dang I got unlimited jewelry, I put a X on my chain She got unlimited pussy, I'm 'bout to fuck her for hours Switched up my flow, he can't keep up, that boy career goin' sour Paris Fashion Week, she wanna fuck at the Eiffel Tower Paris Fashion Week, a model ho 'bout to get devoured She say she like my aesthetic, all gas, no brakes, I'm unleaded If I fuck with you, then we locked in, yeah, we dreaded She fuckin' with me, yeah, she rubbin', yeah, her hand through my dreads Ain't repeatin' shit after I speak, bitch, I mean what I said I can buy fifteen Richie Mills, why would I cop a Rolex?