Criss Cross

Huh

Pretty face addiction, blowin' up on TikTok

Need it got me gassed out, Smooshed p's all in the Ziploc

Don't nobody like packs stacked, up, just like Chris Bosh

All these hoes, you luxury, but I could be your Rick Ross

Can't hit this if you lucky, smoke rozey through the whole day

Layer her down in Indian style, left the ass in crisscross

Dudes you like, they Major Wennie, get em' gone in 4K

Blondie cause a avalanche, her blue eyes get a Birkin bag

Blondie cause a avalanche like her, you know I ain't steppin' back

So damn fine, cause heart attacks, I'm tryna make my way to her

Tryna real her in I bait her to let me be her savior for now

After I'm chewing you out, I'm rubbin' your booty so baby, put your face down

Know you ain't made you a movie without a director, you just need to lay down

I'm breakin' the cams for you, they dreamin' of me and you way out of state, yo

Jump off of a plane or somethin, wouldn't thought in my mind that we woulda became somethin

Oh, huh, I thought it was me and it's you in this world

You did it yourselves flew away from my heart, she shoulda just knew that she made one

Huh, oh, uh, mostly all booty got ask for somethin

Pretty ass face, she got ass and more, okay

Huh, I like that S in your name), I like your face no place

No you don't got ask for me, no you don't got ask for shit

I got it, it's on me down there every day

Don't you want product or somethin, aren't you proud of me, bae, cause I'm changin' my ways

Okay, huh, yeah, yeah, huh, okay

I know she got ass, LeBron, I know she got ass to mold

Like, baby, can you give me somethin

Pretty face addiction, blowin' up on TikTok

Nita got me gassed, I smooshed peace all in the Ziploc

Don't nobody like past that, duh, this like Chris Boss

All these hoes do luxury, bae, I could be on Rick Ross

You can't hit this if you lucky, smoke rose through the whole day

Later down in Indian style, I left the ass in crisscross