Hoodrat

[Verse 1]

I'm not introverted, I'm just into fuckin', baby, I'm not into flirtin'

Drop the addy, let me come and see that shit in person

Beat it up and now she walkin' with a limp, she hurtin'

Buy a bag, that's 4K, 'cause she picture perfect, and she into purses

All the whips are German, but we ain't been to Berlin

Sunday and she on her knees, she ain't been to service

I hope they get what I mean and they don't misinterpret

You can take the car, beg you watch the rims

I'm wearing Van Cleef, now she droppin' hints

Said her name inside a song, she been poppin' since

Pretty baddie, but she bad at takin' compliments

Think she lackin' confidence

I try be humble but the jewelry make it obvious

I'm sorry in advance to anybody that I'm up against

Bad bitch, need a punishment

Ass up and face the consequence

Two hands behind her back, she's under arrest

Don't say nothin', may harm your defence

Anything you do say is given evidence

Mummy knows she menacing, daddy think she innocent

Manicure, pedicure, she fresher than a mannequin

Tell the captain, "Stop the yacht and drop the anchor in"

She can't be a homebody, 'cause she travelin'

Saint-Tropez, Saint Barts, Amalfi Coast, I make it happen

[Chorus]

I'm just a hoodrat

Does your mummy know I used to push crack?

Would she love me if my hairline push back?

What about if I never could rap?

I'm gettin' money, I can't look down

See them creepin' in my rear, I put my foot down

Of course I gotta' make my hood proud

If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would

If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would now

[Verse 2]

I bet she would, we be ridin', seat recline, I'd be lyin'

If I said that I'd be going back to my hood, now it's Hollywood

Remember on the phone to my mum like, "We gon' be good"

Now we in the crib with a chef, she ain't gotta cook

My accountant told me chill, I be spending a lot guap

I had to send her back an email, "This money ain't gonna stop"

Quarter milli' on my jewels and I've given back to the block

I'm in control of a lot, I'm crossin' over the pond

Don't know what's wrong with these dons

They offerin' somethin' dumb

Mum told me, "Stop saying hoe" but it's rollin' off of my tongue

Shorty caught me cheatin', I just buy a bag, put her feet in white Saint

Then she gon' brush it under the rug

I don't mind if she lyin', say that it's love

The opps washed but they're in denial

Bussin' blanks like they're infertile

You don't wanna fly alone? Bring your girlfriend

Her pussy well kept, and she well dressed

Chanel, 500 dollars on your nail tech, it's in your CashApp

We can get Tiffany pearls, we can go Beverly Hills

Amina Muaddi, the heels, we can go Bali as well

She spent 3 hours gettin' dressed, I think she self-obsessed

That could've been us, but she failed the test

She tellin' everyone she fucked me, that ain't nothin' to be proud of

Baby girl, I'm for the street, my body count, I've lost count

I ain't the man of your dreams

I ain't the man of your—

[Chorus]

I'm just a hoodrat

Does your mummy know I used to push crack?

Would she love me if my hairline push back?

What about if I never could rap?

I'm gettin' money, I can't look down

See them creepin' in my rear, I put my foot down

Of course I gotta' make my hood proud

If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would

If she wouldn't fuck me then I bet she would now