[Intro]
Pretty girls love MOTIONMUZIK
Yeah

[Chorus]
Listen, your bitch say I'm too fake, mandem too fake
Puff that high grade, hop out the I8
Pour that line up, sippin' to hydrate
You can't get high like me, sorry mate
Pop that, elevate, break that heavyweight
Beat that kitty up, this shit MMA
I need my bad tings, freaky, elegant
You need the perkies? My guy sellin' 'em
Your bitch ain't coming home, sorry mate
You can't get your pack back, bitch, sorry mate
I get high than a bitch then I meditate
We going up right now, accelerate
Your bitch say I'm too fakе, mandem too fake
I put it on the dеad locs like Blueface
I count pink faces, lot of bluefaces (Go)
When I get aboard a flight to a new

[Verse]
Like, you ain't made no racks (Shh), chat shit up online that's whack
Freaky, she wanna get choked and slapped
If I said it on the mic then you knowin' that's facts, sorry mate
Destiny knocking at the front door (Uh huh), so you know I went and hopped out the back (Grr)
My brudda told me "Fendi, you gonna blow like a claymore"
They ain't got motion, their tyres on flat, woah (Eugh)
Her pussy on Pisces, bae I got vices
You got desires, no point tryna fight it (Fight it)
If I grab the pack, hit that shit with a flykick
I knew I'm the one, saw that shit like I'm psychic (Urr hurr)
Like, if it ain't us, then she ain't finna pull up excited, no
Huh, all my L's come with a V, Just like the shades on my iris (Let's go)
Sorry sorry mate I don't trust nobody (Huh)
Got shrooms in my body not oxy (Not oxy)
In New York they be saying I'm OD
But back inside the ends they been saying I'm flexy (Huh, flex)
She tryna pull up undress me, sex me (Huh)
Sorry mate (Huh)
Yeah, I done fell in love with the jugg, like this shit hit in my DNA
[Chorus]
Listen, your bitch say I'm too fake, mandem too fake
Puff that high grade, hop out the I8
Pour that line up, sippin' to hydrate
You can't get high like me, sorry mate
Pop that, elevate, break that heavyweight
Beat that kitty up, this shit MMA
I need my bad tings, freaky, elegant
You need the perkies? My guy sellin' 'em (Uh huh)
Your bitch ain't coming home, sorry mate
You can't get your pack back, bitch, sorry mate
I get high than a bitch then I meditate
We going up right now, accelerate
Your bitch say I'm too fake, mandem too fake
I put it on the dead locs like Blueface
I count pink faces, lot of bluefaces
When I get aboard a flight to a new place (Ahh)