ISO

Intro

(Yeah, yeah, ISO yeah, ISO, yeah, ISO, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Just copped me a whip, woah

Say to your whole with the quip, woah

Know she wanna stay with the six, woah

Man, I stackin’ this shit up like it’s just sticks, woah

Verse 1

Hit up the play, it’s straight to cash

She staying in my face, like she the Flash

Oh, he talking ’bout my girl, go hit the dash

Man, she really is my world, I hope we last

I just looked at my girl, counting time like it’s math

She found that I’m cheating, now she wanna pack

Oh, I need to see this, hit ‘em from the back

Getting all this paper, no, I cannot lack

Pre-Chorus

You stay on the bench

Man, I would say karma, man, it’s a bitch

But that’s too basic, man, I gotta keep it fitting

Man, I’m too over, gotta go, keep ’em lit

Verse 2

Cop a flight to your girl, man, I need a hit

All she gon’ do is lie and dip, that’s it

I’ve been hooping out my mind, cross-step flip

Man, I told her, no, I’m not gon’ cross that bitch

Brunette, blonde, money, and some status

This some good mud, baby, this not cat piss

Like what’s your status?

Verse 3

Love like Rita, money teed up

Spread it like a pita

Put cheese on her, she a little pizza

She gon’ ruin lives, knew it when I seen her

Man, I loved these times, getting rich single

I can’t mingle, it’s pink like flamingo

Said she speaks Spanish, hit up Duolingo

Wanna hang with us, better know the lingo

Put a drum on that baby like I’m Ringo

ISO, good defense, keep me single

What that mean, girl? Say, go do your thing, girl

She cheating, so I went and named our girl Pearl

Better save the world

Chorus

Man, she want a soda (ISO)

Man, that’s YSL (YSL), know you like the odor

She a year younger, but I said I like ’em older

She got real deal swag, baby, movin’ boulders

She want me to be her boss, so I give her bonus

Man, that’s natural aim, no, I don’t got chronos

Said she wanna be my wife, told her kill the lotus

Now you do it out of spite, but you not gon’ own this

Bridge

Eyes on me, yeah, yeah, they panic

Man, there’s too much sauce, ISO static

Brunette, blonde, money, and some status

This some good mud, no, this is not cat piss

Verse 4

You stay on the bench

Man, I would say karma, man, it’s a bitch

But that’s too basic, man, I gotta keep it fitting

Man, I’m too over, gotta go, keep ’em lit

Cop a flight to your girl, man, I need a hit

All she gon’ do is lie and dip, that’s it

I’ve been hooping out my mind, cross-step flip

Man, I told her, no, I’m not gon’ cross that bitch

Brunette, blonde, money, and some status

Outro (Ad-libs)

(Status)

(Status)

(ISO)

(Status)