canada goose

[Verse 1]
Seventeen-thirty-eight poles like I'm Fetty Wap
My bitch cookin' up dope on the stove top
Balmain biker jeans, yeah, my pants, they got hella knots
Red and green beams, I got Christmas on my red dots
Pull up to your door, slime you out, Nickelodeon
Fronting fake poles, knock, knock, pussy, let me in
Buy your bitch a purse, Saks Fifth and I drop, like, ten
You ain't got no bread, still shop at H&M

[Bridge]
It's a new era for women, okay?
Just because I'm comfortable with my body and enjoy hooking up
Doesn't make me a slut

[Verse 2]
Sippin' fake drank, Jolly Rancher in my apple juice
Orange tip on my gun, Nerf battle and I shoot at you
Wrist so icy, got me sick make me go achoo
Posted in the igloo, rocking Canada Goose