[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
That intro hard, wow
Sounding like a thunderstorm or some shit
In this— fiend— fiending for— damn

[Chorus]
Uh, say she fiending for me, I'ma feed her
Ain't no one, ain't no one, bitch, I need her
I'ma kick it with her, she know a lil' FIFA
Earn the stripes like Raf Simon, Adidas
Ayy, bunch of Margiela's steppin' in
Hit it from the back, then leave
Give me brain 'til she get amnesia

[Refrain]
Ha, yeah
I don't got no time for the same shit I used to
Rock Tom Ford in the back of the hooptie
Shawty double G, when I fuck, yeah, she Gucci
Going back home, can't wait to get up in that coochie
Going back home, uh
Going back home, can't wait to get up in that coochie
Going back home, uh
All these old hoes jealous, I love it
[Chorus]
Uh, say she fiending for me, I'ma feed her
Ain't no one, ain't no one, bitch, I need her
I'ma kick it with her, she know a lil' FIFA
Earn the stripes like Raf Simon, Adidas
Ayy, bunch of Margiela's steppin' in
Hit it from the back, then leave
Give me brain 'til she get amnesia

[Refrain]
Ha, yeah
I don't got the time for the same shit I used to
Rock Tom Ford in the back of the hooptie
Shawty double G, when I fuck, yeah, she Gucci
Going back home, can’t wait to get up in that coochie
Going back home, uh
Going back home, can’t wait to get up in that coochie
Going back home, uh
All these old hoes jealous, I love it