[Chorus]

New drip, ice drown, high fashion

Used to write shit, now substance

But you didn't fuck with me back then

But look now I'm comin' out the back end

You said you loved me, that's past tense

I knew this shawty since back then

I know you hatin' on my friends, but look now we comin' out the back end

New drip, ice drown, high fashion

Used to write shit, now substance

But you didn't fuck with me back then

But look now I'm comin' out the back end

You said you loved me, that's past tense

I knew this shawty since back then

I know you hatin' on my friends, but look now we comin' out the back end

[Verse 1]

Louie and Prada

Balenciaga

I'm wearin' two tones like my rose gold Patek for my future daughter

Louie and Prada

Balenciaga

Out the back end, but it really don't end, I'm a motherfucken monster

I been on my fucken grind

I cannot wait on my shine

I'll make these haters go blind

Cos they gon' turn on my side

Mind straight, my sight is aligned

I cannot wait in no lines

My future's too big, the present is mine, I'm prayin' to God

Please tell me, a motherfucker really trynna tell me

Imma kill the beat like a wildebeest

Waitin' to go to war, just to eat

See all the homies and we gon' feast

Think of the role models we gon' be

Beat that thing down we gon' see

Patek tell time, still can't speak

Never think of the shit we can't be

[Chorus]

New drip, ice drown, high fashion

Used to write shit, now substance

But you didn't fuck with me back then

But look now I'm comin' out the back end

You said you loved me, that's past tense

I knew this shawty since back then

I know you hatin' on my friends, but look now we comin' out the back end

New drip, ice drown, high fashion

Used to write shit, now substance

But you didn't fuck with me back then

But look now I'm comin' out the back end

You said you loved me, that's past tense

I knew this shawty since back then

I know you hatin' on my friends, but look now we comin' out the back end

[Verse 2]

Out the back end, baby

Count up the deads, lately

Filled up on bread, crazy

Haters say "How you gon' miss with a hit"

But your bitch been full on my lips

They say "Karma a bitch when it come around town"

But they the same ones that they can't justify they shit

I been runnin' up bitch

Back end made it to the top lift

I ain't gon' ever feed haters shit

Bussdown Patek on my wrist

Foreign whip, designer kicks

Nobody look, confidential shit

I ain't 21, but feel like Grim Reaper in this bitch

My whole life I dreamt this shit

2 2 2, Uzi, hot shit

Boom boom boom, empty the clip

I feel like I own this shit

Copped Audemars, feel like the stars

Spacewalkin', think I'm on Mars

Back in like a walking star

Foreign on my fucken car

Trust me imma take this far

[Chorus]

New drip, ice drown, high fashion

Used to write shit, now substance

But you didn't fuck with me back then

But look now I'm comin' out the back end

You said you loved me, that's past tense

I knew this shawty since back then

I know you hatin' on my friends, but look now we comin' out the back end

New drip, ice drown, high fashion

Used to write shit, now substance

But you didn't fuck with me back then

But look now I'm comin' out the back end

You said you loved me, that's past tense

I knew this shawty since back then

I know you hatin' on my friends, but look now we comin' out the back end