(Fake bitches, jet lag) (Dog tags, Prada bags) (Fake bitches, jet lag) (Dog tags, Prada bags) (Fake bitches, jet lag) (Dog tags, Prada bags) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (fake bitches, jet lag) I need some water, my throat is getting dry again Hard to keep my attention when I'm off of a Xan Bad bitch shit, bet you're new to it Told you not to talk to me Don't wanna hear that stupid shit you gotta say Digging up a shallow grave (honestly) LAX and NYC All designer brands on me Fuck that (oh) I just need to get a big bag They keep asking if I'm (up) Bitch, I've been that I think I'm becoming selfish And I don't think I wanna change regardless of what I've been on Moving in silence, I'm moving alone Labels keep texting me shit that I don't understand, I'm getting my check and I'm gone Bringing him into my whip, I'ma hit it and dip, I could never give him some respect I done lost so many friends, but they all crawling back now that they know that I'm next up And I'm stressed and they want my life and I don't know why Yeah, my life is filled with dog tags, Prada bags Fake bitches, jet lag Rolling up, counting up Popping beans and getting st-stuck Cherry Fanta, pop a bus Redbull (throw it up) Face down, asphalt Don't know when I've had enough