[Verse]

(star—)

Huh, she wanna fuck, she wanna exercise, yeah

She off the X, she pop the X for 5, yeah (star boy)

Double O, X on my side, yeah

Goyard tote, yeah, on my side, yeah (star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)

Yeah, bad bitch, yeah, that my vibe

Pull up with 5.56s, fuck you mean you ain't seen me slidin’?

She wanna fuck now I'm rich, I can't get her off my line

I don’t put my phone on DND, I'ma hit decline

Fuck FOX 5, put him on TMZ, another rapper died

Why the fuck you actin' like you got them racks when we all know you lying?

My bitch the baddest in the room, how the fuck you ain't know that she mine?

Michael Jackson, huh, I'm bad-bad, yeah, fashion

Fashion, yeah, fashion, yeah, fashion

Fashion, huh, fashion, yeah, fashion

Fashion, yeah, fashion, huh, fashion

Fashion, yeah, fashion, yeah, fashion, huh-huh

Put that lil' bitch in VETEMENTS and Balenciaga, now she think that she cool

Put that lil' bitch with my ice on, I'm rollin’ the dice, I’m ready to wife her

If I shoot my shot, long range, you know I'm a sniper

He got hit with a switch like a lil’ boy, he need a diaper

I rap like the rent due, but this ain't no cypher

Call up Lil 88 and 1Visionz, yeah, let's psych

One call'll get your bitch hit, yeah, she’ll get piped

Ain't gotta call nobody to get you spinned, yeah, it's on sight

It's on sight, huh, it's on sight, huh, it's on sight

It's on sight, huh, it's on sight, huh, it's on sight

It's on sight, huh, it's on sight, huh, it's on sight

It's on sight, huh, it's on sight, huh, I'm excited

She wanna fuck me on sight, huh, I'm excited

She wanna fuck me on sight, yeah, I'm excited

It's on sight, huh, it's on sight, huh, it's on sight

It's on sight, huh, it's on sight, huh, it's on sight

That's on X, I just popped an X, don't sip no Qualitest

Got Wockhardt in my fuckin' cup

Young Vamp Life, YVL, yeah, throw it up

YVL tatted on her, yeah, she gon' throw it up, yeah, she gon' throw it

I done so much weed, yeah, so much weed, you'd think a nigga grow it

Would've thought I owned a pharmacy the way a nigga pour it

I'm havin' way more than them boys

My bitch badder than yours

My boots bigger, my wrist sicker, my chains fatter than yours

[Outro]

My chains way bigger than yours, bitch, you already knew that

Pop out, stop playin'

Them boys playin' defense, so I got a strong o-line

Their plug be fryin' them, I ain't never owe mine