​pop slut

[Intro]
Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit
Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch

[Chorus]
Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame

[Verse]
Blame it on the drugs, babe I love it how we fuck
We can go backstage if you wanna feel my love (Hah)
If you're not real get the fuck out
I know this girl online, and she told me you're a slut now (Ew)
Ecstasy pills at the rave, you know I cop that
Tripping off the molly and drugs, you know I love that
Pull up to Chanel, got on all my hairspray
Feel like Andrew Tate, fucking hoes then I replay

[Chorus]
Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame

[Refrain]
Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit
Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch
Snorting all the xanax, snorting all the xanax
Off too many meds, yeah, I think she going manic
Hitting all the licks, yeah, I know she love a bandit
Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded
Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit
Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch
Snorting all the xanax, snorting all the xanax
Off too many meds, yeah, I think she going manic
Hitting all the licks, yeah, I know she love a bandit
Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded

[Chorus]
Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame