[Intro: Chy Cartier & Headie One]
(Rah, it's BKay, ya know) Haha
Haha (Yo)
Yo, yo, yo, yo (Yo)
Huh? Yo, yo, yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo; yo)
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
[Chorus: Chy Cartier]
Ask what's new (Shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking (Huh?)
I don't like ugly (Uh), never dependant, come good lookin' (Come good lookin')
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (Huh? What?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more—, yo (Ho)
[Verse 1: Chy Cartier]
No more Lizzies, slappin' on Cash Cobain, get Slizzy
Fam, are you dizzy? Don't try diss me
'Fore I start countin' (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr), one Mississippi, two Mississippi
When I get to three, I bet you that it gets dark (Bap, bap)
Bet you that I get shitty (Bop, bop)
What, 'cause I'm pretty? Don't get it twisted, don't try diss this (Huh?)
One likkle fish this, tick off the hitlist like one wishlist (Skrrt, bap)
And if it's an issue, thеy all fall down like a tissue, I'll fix that quickly (Quickly)
Tell mе you're with me, these bitches my daughters, they come like my pickney (What?)
I never been a pick-me (Never), never been a pick-me (Huh?), never been a pick-me (Never)
I'm up writin' in this three-two-oh (Two-oh), bap
Like sixty, my hair got bangs (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap), bap, bap
And my sis' came with a pixie (Pixie, pixie)
Remember my school days, rockin' the hallways, skipping detention (Ugh)
And I still bring smoke like Benson (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
BBL bitches die for attention
(Rah, it's BKay, ya know) Haha
Haha (Yo)
Yo, yo, yo, yo (Yo)
Huh? Yo, yo, yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo; yo)
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
[Chorus: Chy Cartier]
Ask what's new (Shh, shh), like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking (Huh?)
I don't like ugly (Uh), never dependant, come good lookin' (Come good lookin')
Ask for her man and I said, "I don't know, but my bredrin took him" (Huh? What?)
Bookings, bookings, me, I get bookings (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Booked and busy, no more—, yo (Ho)
[Verse 1: Chy Cartier]
No more Lizzies, slappin' on Cash Cobain, get Slizzy
Fam, are you dizzy? Don't try diss me
'Fore I start countin' (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr), one Mississippi, two Mississippi
When I get to three, I bet you that it gets dark (Bap, bap)
Bet you that I get shitty (Bop, bop)
What, 'cause I'm pretty? Don't get it twisted, don't try diss this (Huh?)
One likkle fish this, tick off the hitlist like one wishlist (Skrrt, bap)
And if it's an issue, thеy all fall down like a tissue, I'll fix that quickly (Quickly)
Tell mе you're with me, these bitches my daughters, they come like my pickney (What?)
I never been a pick-me (Never), never been a pick-me (Huh?), never been a pick-me (Never)
I'm up writin' in this three-two-oh (Two-oh), bap
Like sixty, my hair got bangs (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap), bap, bap
And my sis' came with a pixie (Pixie, pixie)
Remember my school days, rockin' the hallways, skipping detention (Ugh)
And I still bring smoke like Benson (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
BBL bitches die for attention
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