London Tipton

Blowin'—

Blowin' these fumes, it can't be good for the environment (The gas, the gas)

I took her number but that doesn't mean that I'm diallin' it (Brrr, brrr)

They livin' life with no purpose I don't even know what that is (Huh, huh)

Three phones on me, that don't mean none I ain't replying to shit

She sexy head to toe, she said “Pull up, I'm on my own”

Givenchy, Rick, I own it (Own it)

Back then, lil' bitch, we stole it (Stole it)

Need that Cartier first, not a Rollie (Rollie)

If you know that, then, you know me

And the plug just hit my phone, he keep chattin' 'bout “Why you ain't phone me?”

Four tings squash up ins—

Four tings squash up inside this four-door

I was at the 'BNB then I seen four more

Shorty wanna fuck you ain't gotta front no more (Front no more)

A-Classes all up inside this C-Class, smelling like ganja when I speed past

Said she was a bae, she was just another eater

I can't shed no tears, like they in the freezer

And my necklace on chandelier, all my jeans got tears she was tryna undo my denim (Huh)

Revvin' that ped I ain't rent it, I made this cash can't tell me don't spend it

Like Skep' man I got No Fear, they ain't seen what I did in them Airs

I can't slip it, got an Asian ting like London Tipton

She was puttin' me on, she's showin' me dimsum

Uh-uh-uh, Uh-uh-uh-uh

If I threw you one zip, you can't flip nah nah

I like foreign Barbies and foreign cars, see you high like me but you ain't on Mars

Uh-uh-uh, Uh-uh-uh

My bruddas trappin' in Ralph Lauren

Tra— tra— trappin' in Ralph Lauren

She keep asking “What you pourin'?”

Yeah

Mind your business

All this red in my cup like a slit wrist

DJ the pussy, the deck is the clitoris

I'm with the scammers, the baddies the trappers

Blowin'—

Blowin' these fumes, it can't be good for the environment (The gas, the gas)

I took her number but that doesn't mean that I'm diallin' it (Brrr, brrr)

They livin' life with no purpose I don't even know what that is (Huh, huh)

Three phones on me, that don't mean none I ain't replying to shit

She sexy head to toe, she said “Pull up, I'm on my own”

Givenchy, Rick, I own it (Own it)

Back then, lil' bitch, we stole it (Stole it)

Need that Cartier first, not a Rollie (Rollie)

If you know that, then, you know me

And the plug just hit my phone, he keep chattin' 'bout “Why you ain't phone me?” (Uh uh)