[PART I]

[Intro]

Elie, like when you play the fucking keyboard

I was stupid drunk (Get the fuck off me, yeah, I know)

You know like, it was the wrong, I was just (I can't see you)

Incoherent (I can't see right now)

Bitch! Yo, I'll fucking— (Ok, erm)

[Chorus]

Sweeter than a mother fucking snowcone

Sassy little bitch, I'm repping SOKO

Booty getting fatter, Mia Gladstone (Mmm)

Cotton candy drip down to my ankles

Sweeter than a mother fucking snowcone (Oh, mmm)

Sassy little bitch, I'm repping SOKO (So, uh)

Booty getting fatter, Mia Gladstone (Stone)

Cotton candy drip down to my ankles (Yeah)

[Verse]

Call your sugar daddy, 'cause he blowing up my phone (Brr)

I don't need his money, bitch, I get it on my own (Own)

I don't need to flex, oh honey, they already know (Know)

Don't be mad at me 'cause they keep begging me for more (Uh)

Bang it up, hang it up, pick it up, hit it up, on to the next one, give it up (Give it up)

Hop on top, then I drop you off, then I vroom vroom quick enough (Hm)

And I don't say sorry, sorry I don't really want to, want to (Oh, my God, sorry)

[Chorus]

Sweeter than a motherfucking snowcone (Ice, ice, ice)

Sassy little bitch, I'm repping SOKO (BTS)

Booty getting fatter, Mia Gladstone (Fatty)

Cotton candy drip down to my ankles

[PART II]

[Verse]

A little possessive, over-obsessive

Recklessly reckless, and I'm just a

Thrift store sweater with the holes

Cute, but I need a little sew

I'm Prozac dependent, attack when defenseless

Not such a bad bitch when I'm on my own

Thrift store sweater with the holes

Faded left sitting at home

[Outro]

(Oh, oh) Thrift store sweater with the holes

(Oh, oh) Cute, but I need a little sew

(Oh, oh) Thrift store sweater with the holes

(Oh, oh) Faded left sitting at home