4C

Do your hair (huh?)
Let me do, let me do it (no, I'm, no, I'm in a rush)
Come, let me do your hair (no, no-no, it's)
Come, let me do your hair
(Hargo production) yeah

Hair 4C, but you can't foresee
The icon Queen B I'm about to be
Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy
They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me

Hair 4C, but you can't foresee
The icon Queen B I'm about to be
Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy
They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me

Uh, they get lip filler to get their lips bigger
Who you tryna convince? You know who the blueprint
Throw me out to the wolves, come back with a mink
Poppin' out 'cause the real is goin' extinct

Get like me, bitch, get like my people
She goin' black, she goin' negro
It's top bins, I don't even need a free throw
Them gyal fly only when they hit Heathrow

Stuntin', I'll give it a miss, I just be countin' resid's
Handlin', mindin' my bizz, they know what time it is
Bitches bright and green like high vis
Can't take my shine, it's in their eyelids

Nah, they can't keep a good man down
I just glow, Afro, when I wear my crown
I wear my pride outside, and when nobody's around
Big Banks ready, know that I'm the talk of the town, uh

Hair 4C, but you can't foresee
The icon Queen B I'm about to be
Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy
They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me

Hair 4C, but you can't foresee
The icon Queen B I'm about to be
Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy
They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me, uh

Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline
Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline
If you don't take time, might just break spine
He want my digits 'cause that face card don't decline

Wordplay sublime, big vibes when I rhyme
I make genres mine, rap, drill or grime
Ain't as gritty as mine
I got that stick icky cherry, that one of a kind

Uh, who told bitches that they need a BBL just to sell?
I'm stackin' my riches up like shelves, oh well
My homegirl said, "Lookin' swell"
Don't care if they give me hell, I will prevail

They send with no mail, their egos so frail
I just eat my kale and sip ginger ale, LOL
Anything I do, these bitches wan' be on my tail
Reheatin' my nachos when that shit is so stale

Hair 4C, but you can't foresee
The icon Queen B I'm about to be
Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy
They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me

Hair 4C, but you can't foresee
The icon Queen B I'm about to be
Waist petite, pretty, and my hair fuzzy
They say they don't 'cause they know they can't fuck with me, uh

Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline
Whine up your waistline, pon da bassline
If you don't take time, might just break spine
He want my digits 'cause that face card don't decline

Wordplay sublime, big vibes when I rhyme
I make genres mine, rap, drill or grime
Ain't as gritty as mine
I got that stick icky cherry, that one of a kind

What were, what were you tellin' me about?
Baby, you got to be proud of your crown (I am)
Your fuzzy hair is a crown
It is a protective crown
You know what? Let me tell you this

It is a physiological adaptation for livin' in Africa
Thousands of years that your ancestors have lived in Africa, right?
That tight curl is caused by disulfide bridges
And the, the hair itself is actually very fragile, right?
But coilin' and then makin' it to be voluminous and protect your hair
Your head and your scalp so it doesn't fry in the African heat
Oh, oh (yeah?)