​​​rockin wit you

[Verse 1: wokeups]
Bad bitch finna neck me
See me on the internet rocking Celine
No acne my face but Acne jeans
Why you so angry? Was it me?
Smoking three-five's with Jay, we getting high
Soda can, push up, we bussin’ his top
I'm the key, she the lock
I'm just tryna beat up the box
I cannot fuck with no cop
Twelve push up and I’m pushing the V
And the G-L-O-C-K gone knock off ya loc's
Need some health, need a flop
I'ma ball 'til I drop

[Verse 2: ovanni]
And I'ma ball, she gone scout
She always swiping through my highlights
Drop a lil' bag at Saks Fifth
If I went broke, you still mine right?
Baby girl, is ya mind right?
Nah this shit is so superficial (Superficial)
I got bullets that's bigger than missiles bae
Oh you cryin'? Hеre’s your tissue bae
I don’t wanna see you in sadnеss bae
Fucking with her really fucked my head up