HOLLYWOOD

Fresh out the salon

Few days then I'm gone (wish)

I knew what you're on

Got no time for guessing

Fuck with the lights on

I wanna see my (bitch)

She been saying I'm shifting moods

Baby I can't admit

Painting me as narcissistic

I guess it's what it is

I've made me some bad decisions

I admit, didn't even flinch

I know the minutes go by too fast

Got some regrets that done made me sick

But that's what it is, is, is

Baby you know

Move out the gates

I'm about to crash that shit

Stay awake

Stay quiet in your motherfucking place

Put a smile on that motherfucker face

Baby you know

Baby you know

Know

Know

Whole different walk

Same stains on the hoodie

It get difficult

Light them bitches up now

Make sure i'm getting more

Got all their talent on my pinky toe, that pinky toe

On shots, on tunes, on videos (true)

But truth can get hella tedious

Y'all act underhand like Kyrgios

Y'all don't understand

That's a mirror, you'll figure out for yourselves

They pull out their phones when i feel Hollywood

(then write about me they go tap tap tap)

Walking like i'm an entity, fur coat celebrity

When i'm in my ghetto i go "ratatata"

They must think i have stunt doubles (i be everywhere)

If i'm outside they roll out the shots-shots-shots

When i enter the scene they come out with their cameras

And point them at me they go "papapa"

Stain staying stained on my pink hoodie

Lies etched hard on my heart soothed

Já não choro por ti, não

Estou na limo do Herlander a rir

E de copo na mão

Why don't you take your- (e de copo na mão)

Estou na limo do Herlander a rir

(e de copo na mão, why don't you take your-)

Baby you know

Know

Know

Know

Baby you know

Know

Know

Know