I got P's in my pockets yea
Skinny jeans, and they f*ckin sag
Yea, I got too much f*ckin swag
F*ck around, get another bag
I got P's in my pockets yea
Skinny jeans, and they f*ckin sag
Yea, I got too much f*ckin swag
F*ck around, get another bag
Yea I'm with the team bitch
We don't lack
I'm a fein for the cart
Yea I'm f*ckin smacked
Run it up on the track like I'm runnin laps
Yea spin it back
Run it back
Do the dash
Shoutout seven yea, seven yea
Luna Dash
I'ma crash out, yea
Watch me f*ckin crash
Diamonds in my ear, yea
Diamonds really clear, yea
I be puttin up f*ckin 4s like a leap year
And I'm - and I'm - and I'm lurkin on your street, yea
Posted up
F*ck, I'm lookin like a creep, yea
Play your music
That's some f*ckin weak shit (weak as f*ck)
Y - y - y - y - you got me feelin like a freak bitch
Got her wet, yea lookin like a beverage
F*ck that ho
Yea, movin to the next bitch
I hate you
I hate you
I hate me too
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate me too
I hate you
I got P's in my pockets yea
Skinny jeans, and they f*ckin sag
Yea, I got too much f*ckin swag
F*ck around, get another bag
I got P's in my pockets yea
Skinny jeans, and they f*ckin sag
Yea, I got too much f*ckin swag
F*ck around, get another bag