Lyrics
Ha, Ha, Yeah
Get it, gotta get it like how I fucking used to
Call my fucking plug up, he like “What you need dude?”
Fe-feel like Better Call Saul, cooking dope up in my room
Baby-baby what’s yo- (fuckin problem)
Why you acting so damn rude?
I got loyals hanging with me, and I swear they shooters too
**** tryna fake kick it with me, I don’t need you
I just like to be alone, I trap sometimes okay
Crying in my room, I just-
But I gotta freshen up, ‘cause I’m still getting paid
Throw my pills up in the trash, going AWOL today
I’m so shy because he’s cute, I don’t know what to say
And I swear my father used to hate me ‘cause I-
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout these ****, they judge away
Feel like Pedro Pascal ‘cause-
F-f-feel like Pedro Pascal ‘cause I got my nails done today
You don’t really mean well, like why did I make you my bae?
Oh my- Oh my god I’m going crazy
Baby how you drive me crazy
(Sex a- sex and drugs and)
My- my old hoes, they fucking with me
I got too much problems messing with me
Oh he wanna fuck, he texting with me
That boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
That boy too da- flex up on- flex up on me
That- tha- that boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
That boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
Ha, Ha, Yeah
Get it, gotta get it like how I fucking used to
Call my fucking plug up, he like “What you need dude?”
Fe-feel like Better Call Saul, cooking dope up in my room
Baby- baby what’s yo- (fuckin problem)
Why you acting so damn rude?
I got loyals hanging with me, and I swear they shooters too
**** tryna fake kick it with me, I don’t need you (For real)
I just like to be alone, I trap sometimes okay
Crying in my room, I just-
But I gotta freshen up, ‘cause I’m still getting paid
Throw my pills up in the trash, going AWOL today
I’m so shy because he’s cute, I don’t know what to say
And I swear my father used to hate me ‘cause I-
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout these ****, they judge away
Feel like Pedro Pascal ‘cause-
F-f-feel like Pedro Pascal ‘cause I got my nails done today
You don’t really mean well, like why did I make you my bae?
Oh my god I’m going crazy
Baby how you drive me crazy
My- my old hoe- fucking with me (Sex and drugs and)
I got too much problems messing with me
Oh he wanna fuck, he texting with me
That boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
That boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
That- tha- that boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
That boy too damn broke, can’t flex up on me
Written by: Charles J H