(Verse 1)

Purple in my orange

Yeah

Purple in my orange but my tee is not perth glory

Hands getting shaky with this joint can you roll it for me

Why the fuck you giving me advice you can't make it for me

Bitch you’re only knowing of my name and not my story

Yeah

Bitch you know i got a girlfriend why you try and touch me

Please do not pull up to the show and keep tryna hug me

Please do not say it to my face I know you dont love me

This is not Facebook, why the fuck you try and poke me

Bitch youre always jumping in my pouch you is not no joey

Bitch im on an island out in nowhere like Balamory

(Hook 1)

The money stretch long in this house, samе as a story

My money grew long like a bus train or a lorry

Monеy grow long like a bus train or a lorry

Man my money go long like it’s thrown by Pat Mahomes (yeah)

Damn bitch

You can't pat my homies

Please do not dap me up tryna act we’re homies

We could get mad as fuck tryna act like we’re joking

I’m the big bear up in this bitch don’t you try and poke me

(Bridge 1)

I could pinky swear im not a hoe so dont try and hoe me

Cause i knew when I was coming up for air they would try and choke me

Could’ve sworn im not a conepiece so why the fuck you try and smoke me

Sus1er too tall up in this bitch don’t you try and jump me

Nah

Don’t try outhump me

Imma steal the hose from your yard im a little junkie

Imma hit up google every day cause im feeling lucky

Lemme switch it up real quick

(Verse 2)

Please don’t get embarrassed

Big ricky ross up in this bitch i got all the pears

Big pinger hanging out my mouth shaped like a square

Try and take the chain up off my neck I double dare

Why the fuck you say you been to hell you ain’t dabbled there

Big Marni hanging off my shoulders, it’s Mohair

Hell nah

This is not moncler

Macpac puffer on bitch this is not moncler

Why the fuck you tripping bout some shit that ain't happen yet

Why the fuck you talking bout a place you ain't visited

Why the fuck im smoking on this blunt im not feeling shit

Why the fuck you dancing in the club like you backpack kid

Jeans on, biggest backpack, kid

Tell me why the fuck you lighting up the spot like you Jackjack bitch

Tell me why you chewing on that pinger like Pacman did

Tell me why you lying bout some shit you ain’t never did

(Hook 2)

My money grow long like a bus train or a lorry

Man my money grow long like a bus train or a lorry

Money go long like it’s thrown by pat mahomes

Damn bitch you can't pat my homies

Please do not dap me up tryna act like you know me

We could get mad as fuck tryna act like we’re joking

Im the big bear up in this bitch dont you try and poke me