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[Verse 1]
I'm like B how your waist so slim
But your thigh so thick like fanta
An-and you got a face like Kim
But your friends hips like Amber
She got a big back just like Chyna
But she got a face like Kendall
I still flip packs on my driver
You know the Feds wanna chase this rental
I-I don't do dates in central
Just henny in a rave with redbull
Pencil case with pencils
If you taste my blade it's dreadful (yuck)

[Chorus]
One headphone in my left ear
I probably had your bitch on mute
And I got cats in my right ear you know they're a nightmare I don't tick food

[Verse 2]
B-black coat walk with fur
You know that I did it in style
He knows I ain't shooting like ronaldo gloves on a pitch in a Bernabéu
Cheffy I stay with a saucepan stoney badge on my arm like a doorman
Phone bro I can get you a box
Blackman bring it to your house like broadband black boy still cut pebs on my razor
Put 10 on your back like Neymar
These slim fit sagg not drag got bootcuts boy better get you a tailor

[Chorus]
One headphone in my left ear
I probably had your bitch on mute
And I got cats in my right ear you know they're a nightmare I don't tick food

[Verse 3]
These sideboys sit on the fence and hop can't switch sides when it gets crucial
Any friends of opps are opps, so sorry if you got-got it was just mutual
My team went and done him up brutal now you can see their mugshots on Google
Told her "I don't wanna use you but I swear suttin in me feels unusual"
Left so many wraps in that kits yard
When I back tryna bill up this SIM card
Bro fresh off the wing like Lingard
So we pop champagne don't drink hard
Con-convoy pull up in 6 cars
They wanna catch us they ain't got a slim chance
Ding-dongs when we ride let's bring ours
1-2-5 with kickstart
I'm in the traphouse giving out pictures
Now I'm coming like Pixar
These ones can't post on Insta
Just bag it and bring it where the kits are