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I'll follow you anywhere (Indie r—)

B-b-bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

B-b-bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

B-bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

Makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up, uh

He not gon' shoot, he a fuckin' loser

don't compare me to no ****

Pink tequila, that's a fuckin' shooter

we gon' hop into the black Uber

My folder and my racks blue

let young JR be your math tutor, uh

I ain't never tried to act cool (Uh) , boy

you gotta put your back into it, uh (Indie r—)

Red hair bitch, like who is you? Uh

send him to the pound, no fufu, uh

Get into the club, go and Google, uh

she's lookin' like my AI doodle, uh

Sell out that fuckin' tour

got the whole room smelling like a poodle

Dissed that boy a thousand times

but tonight, I'ma use his Hulu

Why the— why the— why the fuck I'm on your mind?

Why the fuck my opps in the green room?

B-b-bitch hating on me and lying

what my opps got in agreement

Young JR gon' headline, empty the clip, it's tourin' season

This bitch asked me what's my sign

I'm a Libra, what's it to ya? (Indie r—)

At their best, these bitches nothing

I'ma make him sing like Aaliyah

Say he into me, boy, he bluffin' (Uh)

go and spread that word like a preacher

Fried birds in the back gon' get to cluckin'

I ain't never want ya, I ain't never need ya

B-b-bitch be makin thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

B-b-bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

Bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re—

Bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

Bitch be makin' thrifting music

blast that shit when I'm payin' for a re-up

I-I-I'ma just write that bitch off, Kira

got a lil' brown in me like Shakira (Indie r—)

They sayin' bullshit 'bout my features

I can't afford to go wait, I'ma clear 'em

Bitch, you poured up like a barista

I make a porno with your teacher

Boy tried to diss me, I couldn't hear it

boy tried to diss me, I couldn't hear it

Boy tried to diss me— uh (Indie r—)

He not gon' shoot, he a fuckin' loser

don't compare me to no Y—

Pink tequila, that's a fuckin' shooter

we gon' hop into the black Uber

My folder and my racks blue

let young JR be your math tutor, uh

I ain't never tried to act cool (Uh) , boy

you gotta put your back into it, uh (Indie r—)

Red hair bitch, like who is you? Uh

send him to the pound, no fufu, uh

Get into the club, go and Google, uh

she's lookin' like my AI doodle, uh

Sell out that fuckin' tour

got the whole room smelling like a poodle

Dissed that boy a thousand times

but tonight, I'ma use his Hulu (Indie r—)

Why the— why the— why the fuck I'm on your mind?

Why the fuck my opps in the green room?

B-b-bitch hating on me and lying

what my opps got in agreement

Young JR gon' headline, empty the clip, it's touring season

This bitch asked me, "What's my sign?

"I'm a Libra, what's it t—? (Indie r—)

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