Livvy Dunne

[Verse 1: Ankith Woods]
Yeah, okay, the engine light on and the tire pressure low
Dunkin' cup in my hand, but this is not no cup of joe
I got your girl in the crib, she lickin' in between my toes
She said "you don't hit it right" so now she gotta cop a rose
My emotions all bottled, cause I don't know how to cope
I win a lot and you lose, that seems like a common trope
Not gon lie if I were you, I'd buy a bucket and some rope
Zip lock filled with all white, that shit dressed like the Pope
Just bought some Olaplex shampoo and ima use it like a soap
Take that girl to my castle, she so wet she filled the moat
I tell the truth on these songs, but I swear it's all jokes
My bank account look like a Glock, it ain't never going broke
I hit my Mormon girl up, 'cause I'm trying to let it soak
My Muslim brother named Mohamed, but tell white people "it's Mo"
I hit a feminist from the back, she got her arc straight from Joan
Cranberry jam in the cup, it pair well with the scones

[Verse 2: $weet-T]
My champagne from Champagne, my cologne from Cologne
Your BM in my DMs, trying to eat it off the bone
Unc playing [?], talking 'bout "they cloned Tyrone" I put this gun on you, just 'cause I don't like your tone
Seven plus one, this the get off me gun
Your bitch trying to plus one, I'm like "get off me hun"
Your whole team really nerds, tryna divvy up the crumbs, my ketamine serve, look just like Livvy Dunne
I feel like Puff, I can't stop and won't stop until I'm done
Your bitch finna go crazy, she just put it in a bun
Tryna impress me with some paper, you really need a ton
What's my daily routine? Hit a hoes and make it run
I mix the raw with the cut and then he take it to the south
I fuck your bitch in the butt And fuck your mama in the mouth
You know I'm real quick To get a bitch out her blouse
I heard you cut up on your bitch And she push you out the house