Comme des Garçons, playing with yourself

Fashion Week again, bad for your health

Hocus pocus, baby, cheetahs in the zoo

Chakra chakra calling all the shit I do

Trap phone going (skrt)

Rari going like (skrt)

Jeans full of cum, wet dreams too

Flowers in the ground, pricking fingers, ooh

Sucking on her titties, stupid little nigga

Birds and the bees, sweet like vanilla

Margiela jeans

Gun on my hip, oops

Mama raised a soldier, thought I f**king told ya

Playing David Bowie, sunny California

Ass out for the boys, oh, ya love it

North Face, so cold in the summer

Busted out the pack of gin

You my favourite accident

Seven months to this day

You came out your mama, ay



Sunny California, fizzy like my new pop

Yeah, hard like my crack rock

Yeah, shiny like my new Glock

It goes psh, psh, psh

Sunny California, fizzy like my new pop

Yeah, hard like my crack rock

Yeah, shiny like my new Glock

It goes psh, psh, psh