[Intro]
(Hush, your Fever)

[Chorus]
Got your girlfriend in the backseat sucking all on my dick till her tastebuds fall out
And still you keep saying that you’re him, him, him
That’s based on what?
Free clothes in the suitcase packed to the brim, brim make space for drugs
I swear she’s trying to seduce me, make my face fall off
Three freak hoes in the bathroom eating an 8ball up
When you see me in person you better face forward
I got a cup that’s as big as my face, it tastes so mwah
Blowing smoke out in the rain till my face goes numb

[Bridge]
Make my face fall off
Make my facе fall off
Make my face fall off (Nitemarе)
Make my face fall off
Make my face fall off
Make my face fall off

[Verse]
Shorty put your clothes on go and get ready for me
Skin tight leather cobra print, put it on for me
Smoking since the morning my eyes are red as shit
Studs on my denim like I ride a motorcycle
She’s so pick and choosey how you gonna co-depend?
Change your mind every week, it’s the other side of it
Call me "Mr. I pull strings" but I don’t play violin
Pussy print on the front side of my jeans, there’s no point in hiding it
I put marks on her skin with my mouth
She put mouth on my dick like voila
She get up on the table, it’s too much (Hey)
I hold the bottle like a baseball bat until it pops
Bottle inside of my hand like a baton
Tennis shoes, red splat stain, red raindrop
I can go anywhere in the club, I’m not anyone
I put high heels on I feel like Julia Fox
I exhale three burnt prayers
Stage light hit me at a good angle
You’re the type to slow down and drop an anchor
Zoot mix the crud with the peach mango (Backseat sucking all on my dick till her tastebuds fall out)
Peach mango (And still)
She’s got her hands on me like a turn table (You keep saying that you’re him, him, him that’s based on what?)
Turn tables (Free clothes, in the suitcase packed to the brim, brim make space for drugs)
Would you do me a favor? (I swear she’s trying to seduce me, make my face fall-)
[Chorus]
Got your girlfriend in the backseat sucking all on my dick till her tastebuds fall out
And still you keep saying that you’re him, him, him
That’s based on what?
Free clothes in the suitcase packed to the brim, brim make space for drugs
I swear she’s trying to seduce me, make my face fall off
Three freak hoes in the bathroom eating an 8ball up
When you see me in person you better face forward
I got a cup that’s as big as my face, it tastes so mwah
Blowing smoke out in the rain till my face goes numb