[Intro: Yung Taylor]

Taylor bout to fucking flex

Zulu bangs on the track

[Verse 1: LEATHERPHACE]

I'm writing on Italian leather

Beverley Sun is where I met her

I'm in L.A every December

I'm out here for the fucking weather

Ballin' in VICI no dissever

I'm breakin' necks and turnin' hezer (headers)

I'm gettin' fucked up gettin' cheddar

But no intent on getting better

[Pre-Hook:]

A lot of shit be on my mind

And I be thinking time to time

I know she'll hit me on my line

She'll be wishing that she mine

[Hook:]

I'm writing on Italian leather

She wanna drive I never let her

I buy her vintage Gucci sweaters

For better that I never sweat her

[Verse 2:]

Her pussy wet jump on the leather

Her Kitty pur, I wanna pet her

I wanna fuck her in my bed-er

Get some topper, get some head-er

She fell in love with me to Wed her

Buy her a ring and you go better

But I know I deserve much better

So I regret I ever met her

I'm poppin' pills I will forever

I'm sippin' lean until I'm better

Smoking weed I liked it better

When I was young not even clever

I'm not depressed I'm not upset-er

Maybe I am and don't know whether

I should get help or tie a teahther

Around my neck I think I'd rather

[Pre-Hook:]

A lot of shit be on my mind

And I be thinking time to time

Soon she'll hit me on my line

She'll be asking for my sign

[Hook:]

I'm writing on Italian leather

She wanna drive I never let her

I buy her Gucci on my sweaters

For better that I never sweat her

[Verse 3:]

She wanna drive I never let her

Maybe one day, maybe never

She textin' me a fucking letter

Be darn glad never sweat her

[Outro:]

Better bet I never sweat her

I thinker name was Beck or Heather

It doesen't even fucking matter