[Verse 1: kishin]

(Does it really matter? Haha)

I might spend a couple racks if I'm bored (Yeah)

Skrrt off in a beam' while you still whip Honda Accord (Yeah)

And I think lil' shawty pressed 'cause I left her text ignored (Yeah, woah, woah)

Said it's only for the night, then I kick her out the door

Get y'all racks up, you can't do it like this (Uh)

Got Balenci' on the t-shirt, Mihara on the kicks (Uh, yeah)

Only met her last month, she already talkin' kids (Yeah)

Told her, is she fucking dumb? Are you high up on the Tris? (Yeah)

S-sorry, baby, I don't do commitment (Nuh-uh)

Lil' bro tryna test me, put him on the hit list

Oh, my bad, bro, didn't know that was your bitch (Yеah)

But she don't give a fuck, why she still blowing mе kisses? (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I'm iced out, I got Vivienne my pendant

Trust, I got a lot, if I want it, I'ma spend it

Said you want beef, boy, we could really end it

And I don't gotta lie, what I said, I really meant it

Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: kuru]

She just want a bag, I had to tell that bitch, like, "No" (No-ho)

Hunnid on the pills, we got them racks up on the floor (No-ho)

Maison Margiela on the shoes with Balenci' on the coat (No-ho)

And I'm posted up with Xav', you know we at the corner store (Yeah-huh)

And I want me some new clothes, I walk in Dover, what's in store? (What's in store?)

Like, what's in store? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm up in New York

Your ho annoying, I might shoot her through the door

[?] and I think these pussies fake it (Yeah-huh)

She paid for the row, I thought I got a spot that's vacant (Ayy)

We know you not built, like, for this shit, I think it's blatant (Go, go, go)

Need five racks for a show, you can come talk to my— to my agent (My agent)

Bitch, I got Margiela on my fragrance (My Fragrance)

Yeah, go

That boy want a feat', I need my payment (My payment)

Huh, and your shawty said she love me and my cadence, I guess that's why you hate it (My cadence)

[Verse 3: mitsu]

All up on me, tryna copy me, like, what do you want?

Brand new bag for her, got that bag from Saint Laurent

Takin' shots straight from the bottle, bitch, you know what we on

Tryna get close to me, sorry, bitch, you just cannot

Your bitch ask for my number, don't even know her name

Acronym my shoes, and my sweater Helmut Lang

Ayy, I can't cop no fake, yeah, no, no

Walk past, I'm catchin' stares, they gon' look back

Boy, you not in your bag, bitch, you lookin' for your backpack

Lips out, boy, you lookin' like a duck, quack

Thirteen hour flight, coming home and I got jet lag

Dior my fragrance, my bitch not basic

Talkin' shit on Discord, but you won't say it to my face, bitch

20/20 vision, shoutout Vee, don't need no LASIK

You want it bad, you fiendin' for our status