Poured up with my nose up And that rosé up in that thinga I'm froze up with my stove up Cuz he eatin' like it's his dinner I run shit, I don't fall back
Cuz I'm on track, I'm a sprinter I'm bossed up, I got 'em awestruck It's not a toss up, I'm the winner Be-b-b-beep-beep, bitch, move Before I bang-bang with that uzz
