Intro
(Money Musik)
Wagwan
(Let me beat it up like Jaegen)
I'm fucked up
She be like Ramy [?]

Pre-Chorus
Fuck her in the back seat of my car
Shorty like, "Play the new Travis Scott" (It's lit)
With her ass out, pokin' like a cactus
Say she never been with a star (What?)
I'm a dog off the leash
I be on the loose like every night (The loose)
And your broad wanna bread
Yeah, she chose up, that's a scary sight

Chorus
More and more, whores on whores
Screamin' front row, it's a horror show
Dior, Dior, at the storе
Singin' Pop Smoke, they don't want no smoke
Say shе want coke, she ain't talking 'bout Cola
If she wanna blow, she can blow for sure
Actin' like she know me, bitch, I don't know you
Little whore talking 'bout my horoscope

Verse 1
Bitch I'm a Savittarius, she a Pisces, she nothin' like me
I'm just curious, you wanna wife me, is it 'cause I'm icy?
Or is it 'cause my handsome face?
That's why you wanna give me face
Big round booty, girl shake
Go ahead, baby make the earth quake

Pre-Chorus
Fuck her in the back seat of my car
Shorty like, "Play the new Travis Scott" (It's lit)
With her ass out, pokin' like a cactus
Say she never been with a star (What?)
I'm a dog off the leash
I be on the loose like every night (The loose)
And your broad wanna bread
Yeah, she chose up, that's a scary sight

Chorus
More and more, whores on whores
Screamin' front row, it's a horror show
Dior, Dior, at the store
Singin' Pop Smoke, they don't want no smoke
Say she want coke, she ain't talking 'bout Cola
If she wanna blow, she can blow for sure
Actin' like she know me, bitch, I don't know you
Little whore talking 'bout my horoscope

Verse 2
Just touched down in the Hills
No [?] I got twenty-five kills
Black jeans full of blue bills
Before I go in, gotta pop me two pills (Pop-pop, pop-pop)
I got her in her feelings (Haha)
And her ass jiggle real, I can feel it (Yeah)
And it's lookin' like I'm her next meal
I'ma fuck her, haffi break, make it go retarded

Pre-Chorus
Fuck her in the back seat of my car
Shorty like, "Play the new Travis Scott" (It's lit)
With her ass out, pokin' like a cactus
Say she never been with a star (What?)
I'm a dog off the leash
I be on the loose like every night (The loose)
And your broad wanna bread
Yeah, she chose up, that's a scary sight

Chorus
More and more, whores on whores
Screamin' front row, it's a horror show
Dior, Dior, at the store
Singin' Pop Smoke, they don't want no smoke
Say she want coke, she ain't talking 'bout Cola
If she wanna blow, she can blow for sure
Actin' like she know me, bitch, I don't know you
Little whore talking 'bout my horoscope