[Verse 1: Chy Cartier]
Man, them bitches rubbed out, I took the star route
Why the fuck you calling this car cute?
Urus black like me and this sexy, look like my twin flame, look at my whip game
I don't even drink Pepsi, me, I can look and see them bitches do coke
I'm up like 7, the bank transfer go through in seconds
New smoke, new smoke
And when they get pepper, get them a doctor and a new coat
I'm not even trying, I'm too cold
Niggas see me and they do fold
Too old, them bitches too old
Hating on me 'cause I'm young and I'm lit
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
'Cause I'm turnt, I'm sexy and rich (It's US)
I ride around with a dry mouth, I never could be a lick
Might stash a M at Chy's house, but I fuck a hoe in the bricks
Pop me an X and vibe out, I get to talking with lisp
Finger right in her ass like a disc
I break 'em in 2's, I'm MVP, no assist
My foot on the pedal, it's heavy, I'm hearing it hiss
I'm duckin' the doctor, doublin' scripts, I'm taking a risk
[Chorus: Chy Cartier & Lil Yachty]
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
They get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bad gyal, RiRi RiRi
Set her face up like CD, smoking on shisha, feel like habibi
If you top me, turn off the TV
All of the opps get sticked, if they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy
[Verse 3: Chy Cartier]
Fine shit said he wants to come London
But this shit like a dungeon
He heard it's just tea and crumpets
I told him to stop the assumptions
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
5 Star wanna come to Atlanta
I told her leave her phone and cameras
We got G6 going bananas
She gon' leave this bitch a dancer
[Verse 5: Chy Cartier]
Woulda thought it was Magic City
To the way how I got them dancing
When I said I'm the best
You know I was telling, not asking
Ha, it's always me that's the last one laughing, advancing
That's why her man a fan, that man be glancing
[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]
We get to the chicken
But we don't fuck with Nando's
15 chilling in bando's, I was tryna lose my V to a rando
My new bitch thick and Nigerian, shit, I can tell by her daddy's sandals
My twin on the way, he a candle
Free DeSanti, he go Commando
[Chorus: Chy Cartier & Lil Yachty]
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
They get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bad gyal, RiRi RiRi
Set her face up like CD, smoking on shisha, feel like habibi
If you top me, turn off the TV
All of the opps get sticked, if they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy
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