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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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