[Verse 1: Kid Milli]
Wondering why did I start this shit
I don’t know why
Slowly letting it go, take it slow (Yeah, yeah)
Floss every day, with no interest in
Your gossip, keep talking
Chains or rings with my name on them
Those things, boy, you could stay
Wondering if this was a sin
In relationships where there’s no contact
Comfortable with slowly cooling down
We could stay here
[Chorus: Kid Milli]
Yeah
All of my gang, I feed ‘em
Baccarat plates, I eat on them
Callin' my buddies, yeah, call them all
Fucked your tables, that’s so cheap for me
All of my gang, I feed ‘em
Baccarat plates, I eat on them
Thoughts drift far, I'd rather run
Thoughts are (Woo, uh, uh)
[Verse 2: BIG Naughty]
Guess I’ve become a bit numb lately, rapper’s “link in bio”
Feel too lazy to even click, except for shyboii
These days I feel like bourbon, dry ten out of ten times
The lyrics I write shut in the studio all sound wrong, pieced-together grammar
I need to hate who I was yesterday
Erase the lyrics I wrote
Forget the beat I was on
The past is the past, even if it hurts, stop
Diamonds dangling on my body
Don’t have lyrics like these, no fun, no luck either
Blessed beams keyring on my pants
Half jeans, it’s half-approved even by Jesus
Why would someone who knows that even look at charts? This kid's crazy
What’s wrong with him? He lost it? Get it together, come back, kid
Fresh clean motherfucker
I’m back, washed off the dirty, money-soaked mindset, motherfucker
Linear equation motherfucker
Yeah, sexy motherfucker
My mind’s cleared of those dirty chart-focused formulas for success
Spotless appearance like the universe, sexy motherfucker, yeah
I’m back, bitch motherfucker
Wrestling with art, motherfucker
Red lips on the U87, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Kid Milli]
Yeah
All of my gang, I feed ‘em
Baccarat plates, I eat on them
Callin' my buddies, yeah, call them all
Fucked your tables, that’s so cheap for me
All of my gang, I feed ‘em
Baccarat plates, I eat on them
Callin' my buddies, yeah, call them all