(Not that macho, look like a Picasso) (Off a couple grams, lose my head sleepy hollow) (Girls chase boys chase bands, that's the motto) (Oh yeah) ♪ And I got acne on my face, glasses don't leave any scars tho Shawty wanna hit my place, I don't got room for your car tho Smell like Dolce & Gabbana, stepping out in cargos Type R Honda, see how fast the car goes Double park the whip, double post the fit Hoppin' out the van and they takin' pics Linkin' up with Olswel, makin' hits Busy cutting off the fakes, gotta keep the swiss I'm speedin' in that natural disaster (Oof, perfect) I got metal on my body, Castle Crashers And you know the collar popped look like a pastor Headphones, big cat, feel like Napster And she's pissed 'cause I'm forgetting to text back Got her phone in her birkin, that's a big bag Keep grinding never wave that white flag Hit the thrift for the flip poppin' all the tags Droppin mammoth lookin' for an auto Not that macho, look like a Picasso Off a couple grams, lose my head sleepy hollow Girls chase boys chase bands, that's the motto Shawty givin' God head, but I had to holy ghost her Talking on the gang and we poppin' out with toasters I know she's a baddy but I can't let you closer Lighting up, blowin' up like The Chainsmokers