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[Intro]
(Pliznaya, Pliznaya, Pliznaya)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Drop a little check, get active, action
Babyface savage, gon’ pull up blastin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Magic with the ratchet, make these bitches disappear
Itty bitty bitches in my mentions, listen here
Itty bitty bitch, I run the city like the mayor
The bitch with the red ponytail in her hair (In her hair)
Ridin’ this beat like a motherfuckin’ snare
Playin’ with the bands like a bankroll (Bankroll)
Pockets full of huncho, hundos (Boom, boom)
Gotta keep the nine like Rondo
Cop a new condo, pronto
Rollin’ Backwoods, no Fronto, fuck no
Been had the juice, ten shots out the Bronco
Your bitch mad ’cause she ain’t the one, though
(The one though, bitch)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Get, get, get, get
Stones in the Cartier, hoes get naughtier
.44 leave a lil’ hole in everybody here
Money, hoes, bitches, got more than everybody here
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
‘Fore I get up out of here, we gon’ let up out of here
Them broke hoes came to fuck, gon’ get a body here
Had a redhead with me, it ain’t no Lil Yachty here
41 millimeter face, first 48
Bust down, water got it floodin’ out the Rollie face
Money made, more to make, lot of hoes, more to take
New car, stolen plates, fast like Golden State
Nigga trippin’, tell him he can get it by the shoulder blade
AK chopper, my bitch, we should go on dates
30 in the dirty on my hip, goin’ both ways
I’ve been up four days, trappin’ out the hallway

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Tory Lanez]
Comin’ out hard like ’88 (It’s Tory), make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Chorus]
It’s too nice out
Let’s play hooky
And get high ’til we both float away
We won’t show today
Doesn’t matter what they say
What goes up can stay (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
If you tell me I’m the one
While we’re lying in the sun
Would you sign it on a piece of paper?
Do you know what you’re about?
Could we live beyond our doubts
In a world where we don’t need erasers?
Could you ever love a thief?
Can I steal away your grief
And suspend your disbelief?
Let’s put on a show
‘Cause it’s never what you say
No, it’s always in the way
That you say what you mean
Oh, oh, oh
Wrap your legs around my back
And hold me tight until we’re talkin’ in tongues
Then when we pass the spirit
We can yell forever at the top of our lungs

[Pre-Chorus]
Just float
Just float
Just float

[Chorus]
It’s too nice out
Let’s play hooky
And get high ’til we both float away
We won’t show today
Doesn’t matter what they say
What goes up can stay

[Verse 2]
Don’t sweat the goons
All we do is crack a smile
When we hear ’em callin’
“You should go get a room”
Every stop to think the pollen in the air
Is from all the flowers fuckin’ each other?
But why not let them bloom?
Let’s get consumed
Outside, outside, outside
Inside o’ you
So forget me not
We’re doin’ trust falls
Up at the mountaintop
C’mon, don’t let me drop
Now that we’ve found a spot
And when we swung high on the pendulum
We just hung there in the sky

[Pre-Chorus]
Just float
Just float
Just float

[Chorus]
It’s too nice out
Let’s play hooky
And get high ’til we both float away
We won’t show today
Doesn’t matter what they say
What goes up can stay

[Verse 1]
Did the bull crush me or do I still give a fuck?
Is my heart ripped out or just shriveled up?
Add water and it’s back like a brine shrimp
Rob, pimp, fuck, steal, murder, limp by, scrimp
Welcome to your life, kid, rock bottom shithole
Grab a shovel, dig down, try to hit coal
Santa’s in the North Pole doing fentanyl
No more good little boys so he meant to kill himself
But he couldn’t find a vein with the hot steel
He couldn’t find himself at all, bitch, he’s not real

[Chorus]
Does it feel fucked up?
Does it feel fucked up?
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Does it feel fucked up?
Does it feel fucked up?

[Verse 2]
I’d be real dumb if I seem super
Every day we’re diggin’ out our souls with an ice cream scooper
Visine might clean our tears
But I fear you’d be worse off if your sight’s clear
Don’t like the view here, all my pyros
Go fill your eye droppers up with some nitro’
‘Glycerin, discipline, steady with the hand
Wanna have your mind blown, ready for a bang?
Eyes wide open, let me know what you hear
Might be a slight ringin’ in your ears

[Refrain]
It’s check-in time, how does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Feels alright
Feels alright
Feels alright

[Outro]
Pretty nice, huh?
We can go on for days like that

[Intro]
Oh no, hey
Oh no, hey

[Chorus]
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Fuckin’

[Verse 1]
Wanna crash in slow-mo (Oh no)
Repeat our patterns and blow, oh no
I’m all plaid, you’re all mad
The amateur saboteur’s ’bout to go pro
What I know is that the people aren’t runnin’ the show
Any minute to another they come and they go
And they never gonna get what the government owe
So do what you gotta to pick up enough of the dough
I don’t see the benefit of us comin’ to blows
Give it a second, honey, I bet I’ll be stubbin’ my toe
What we got doesn’t come by a lot
So we shoot every shot to work it out
But I’m dumb in love, out of touch
Is it too much or not enough?

[Chorus]
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
I was just getting to know you

[Verse 2]
Wanna burn the house down (Oh yeah)
Pack up and get outta town (Oh yeah)
Drive without turning around
Arrive ridin’ the waves and hold hands while we drown
Ain’t no limit, never heard of high ceilings
Never timid, it’s a certified G thing
Even after getting thirty-five bee stings
Still the motherfucker wouldn’t hurt a fly’s feelings
But being nice is sometimes not so nice
It’s not so nice, no, no (Nice)
Got dropped, didn’t stop
I was caught up in my life like
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter
Hey, better suck it up, buttercup
But I’d rather not look sharp
I was lookin’ out for love and I puckered up
Better buckle up ’cause I fuck it up again and again
And I’m sick of thinking of my stupid-ass heart each time

[Pre-Chorus]
Every time, every time, every time
Every time, every time, every time
Every time, every time, every time

[Chorus]
Excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Please excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Please excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Again
Fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Again

[Outro]
Yeah
Hey
Hey, again
Hoo

[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt