Roll up to the basement party Drinking all your dad's Bacardi (Dad's Bacardi, cardi) Smoking up inside my white jeep with the pink seats, yeah You are my best friend till the fucking world ends (World ends, world ends) All the boys love to flirt with us In our mini skirts, drinking champagne till it hurts, oh yeah We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex G-g-g-got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF, yeah We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex Got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF B-B-B B-B-B B-B-B-B-F-F, B-F-F B-B-B B-B-B B-B-B-B-F-F, B-F-F New message! Hi girl! You know you always will be my girl Tryna pull us into the real world But I think we'd rather stay in Dior (For sure) Hey sis! You know those lonely people hate this The way we're always hand in hand, side by side Never cared about nobody but you, and I do Yes I do! We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex G-g-g-got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF, yeah We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex We got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F B-F-F You're my B-F-F We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex We got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F You're my BFF, yeah

I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha, and, bitch, I get down Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley Two small titties and a baseball bat Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at Tryna smoke me out, bitch, think again I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems They send me money then I send the stems I ain't sending you shit, bitch, no offense But I heard your song and I should've mixed that Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched Every time that you tried to drop, it's been wack Every time that I drop, they like "she did that!" Suck dick, then do it again, just come through with a friend He keeps begging me to eat me out, I said, "You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth" Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains (chains) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down I'm so fly and coked the fuck up I'm so nasty, getting poked up I'm so freaky, dirty loca Lips all pokin' through the low-cut Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts Keep my Fendi wallet robust, bust Pussy puffed up like a bees sting Yes, I go to church in a G-string Father, can you bless this crackpipe Never really learned how to act right And you can hold the beef Cause, bitch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief And, bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me Just sit back, relax, go slow the beat, uh Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains (chains) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains (chains) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down I'm so fly and coked the fuck up I'm so nasty, getting poked up I want a, I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down I want a, I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down