[Intro]

Number one, you're fake

Number two, I'm cutting you off

Number three, Imma go eat in your house

[x2]

[Chorus 1]

Drop top with the panorama

Lotta extra drip with the phantom

Driving down 101

No cameras

[Verse 1]

Everybody lookin like average

Bitch you, mad average

I’m top shelf

Right where Fairfax is

What the fuck do you even think you could say to me?

You don’t drive in the same lane

You’re in a different state than me

I’m on some other shit, new innovative shit, you’re plain to me

I think you’re a game to me

You’re just player four to me

[Post-Chorus]

I’m just moving backwards

While still looking forwards

My past blowin up my line

I tell him have a talk with time

[Verse 2]

You look like a bitch

I saw your man, he's makin me rich

Ridin round in the Benz

Blocked you on insta and shit then u cried like a bitch

I need a new number in this bitch, sunnies inside then I dip

I don’t even fuck with you

You can’t even eat

You like lunchables

I got waze, the map, the blueprint

You tie your sketchers, you trip, you're stupid

Just wear the crocs next time it’s foolish

I don’t even worry about the subtweets

I don’t even worry about girls who compete

Boring hoes need to take a seat

Goodnight

And a nap...take a seat and a nap

[Chorus 2]

Drop top with the panorama

Lotta extra drip with the phantom

Driving down 101

No cameras

[Post-Chorus]

I’m just moving backwards

While still looking forwards

My past blowin up my line

I tell him have a talk with time

[Outro]

Word to the wise if you look for me you won’t find me

I’m over with the palm trees, then state street, then the triple d

Take it as a warning

Paparazzi try to swarm me, I’ll send a body double

Running around the town undercover