Lyrics
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Intro
Holy sh—
Holy— holy— holy shit
Holy shit, ho-holy shit
Chorus
Ran out of red, went yellow
Ran— ran out of red, went yellow (Frrt)
Big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Big-big-big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Big-big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Chopper, it came with the K on
C-c-chopper, it came with the K on
Lil' ho, I'm a monster on these hoes, I'm a monster
Huh— huh, fell in love with codeine, that's my partner
That white ho call me master, she don't call me papa
That white ho call me master, she don't call me papa
That white ho call me master, she don't call me papa
Verse 1
Make my own ho fuck with the Margiela, period
Look 'round me, bitch, we ballin' (Ballin')
Hold up, X-X-X, I'm poppin'
I'm 'bout to splash everythin', I'm locked in (Err)
These niggas clone, they hate 'cause they floppin'
I'm on the Addy, lil' nigga, go shoppin' (Ugh— ugh— ugh)
Refrain
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Bleh)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Woo, woo)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers (Phew, phew)
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Phew, phew)
Hellcat, just like the cup, it's pink (Wah)
H-Hellcat, just like the cup, it's pink (Wah)
Verse 2
Valentino, I ain't musty (Woo)
Fake grills, you look funky (Frrt, frrt)
Green pockets, bitch, I'm lucky (Bitch)
Pink 10s in my tummy (Woo)
Pink 10s in my tummy (Woo)
Pink 10s in my tummy (Woo)
Whip wrapped like a mummy (Frrt, frrt)
Y-y-you ain't messin' with a dummy (Woo)
Chorus
Ran out of red, went yellow
Ran— ran out of red, went yellow (Frrt)
Big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Big-big-big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Big-big booty, shit like a pillow (Frrt)
Chopper, it came with the K on
C-c-chopper, it came with the K on
Lil' ho, I'm a monster on these hoes, I'm a monster
Huh, fell in love with codeine, that's my partner
That white ho call me master, she don't call me papa
That white ho call me master, she don't call me papa
That white ho call me master, she don't call me pa—
Refrain
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Bleh)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Woo, woo)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers (Phew, phew)
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Phew, phew)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Bleh)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Woo, woo)
I got my chain on, it looks like lasers (Phew, phew)
EMP on my wrist, might tase 'em (Phew, phew)
Hellcat, just like the cup, it's pink (Wah)
H-Hellcat, just like the cup, it's pink (Wah)
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