Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Finna blast out
Selling just for cash, now I'm getting blackout
Br-Br-Brand new Patek, pull up in a foreign
These bitches be hating but they really boring
Frostbitten, Henny sippin', pussy drippin' on my linen
I'm sinning real different and my neck hurt from this chain thickness
Net worth gets her wetter, got her scent all on my sweater
F*ck your boyfriend baby, you know I could treat you better
Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Finna blast out
Selling just for cash, now I'm getting blackout
Br-Br-Brand new Patek, pull up in a foreign
These bitches be hating but they really boring
Yeah I got a big drip, triple S and the RAF
Balenciaga's, be my beaters don't be mad
Made a couple Ms, but I flipped and double back
Yeah she said she hate me, but that shit don't ever last
Imma, rockstar, Wockhardt cups I'm pouring
F*ck the ops, shoot my 30 out the foreign
Kylie Jenner by the kilo just imported
Y'all f*cking hate me because you still work at Tim Hortons
Yeah my stomach filled with Henny and Bel-Air I'm bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out, coupe we finna blast out
Yeah, finna blast out, selling just for cash now, I'm getting black out
Got a big drip, triple S and the RAF
Balenciagas, be my beaters don't be mad
Made a couple Ms, but I flipped and double back
Yeah she said she hate me, but that shit don't ever last
Said she hate me, but that shit don't last
Need to call my ex but then the feeling passed
40 in my pocket cuz I'm feeling mad
His girl said she love me so I'm feeling bad
Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
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Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Finna blast out
Selling just for cash, now I'm getting blackout
Br-Br-Brand new Patek, pull up in a foreign
These bitches be hating but they really boring
Frostbitten, Henny sippin', pussy drippin' on my linen
I'm sinning real different and my neck hurt from this chain thickness
Net worth gets her wetter, got her scent all on my sweater
F*ck your boyfriend baby, you know I could treat you better
Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Finna blast out
Selling just for cash, now I'm getting blackout
Br-Br-Brand new Patek, pull up in a foreign
These bitches be hating but they really boring
Yeah I got a big drip, triple S and the RAF
Balenciaga's, be my beaters don't be mad
Made a couple Ms, but I flipped and double back
Yeah she said she hate me, but that shit don't ever last
Imma, rockstar, Wockhardt cups I'm pouring
F*ck the ops, shoot my 30 out the foreign
Kylie Jenner by the kilo just imported
Y'all f*cking hate me because you still work at Tim Hortons
Yeah my stomach filled with Henny and Bel-Air I'm bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out, coupe we finna blast out
Yeah, finna blast out, selling just for cash now, I'm getting black out
Got a big drip, triple S and the RAF
Balenciagas, be my beaters don't be mad
Made a couple Ms, but I flipped and double back
Yeah she said she hate me, but that shit don't ever last
Said she hate me, but that shit don't last
Need to call my ex but then the feeling passed
40 in my pocket cuz I'm feeling mad
His girl said she love me so I'm feeling bad
Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Finna blast out
Selling just for cash, now I'm getting blackout
Br-Br-Brand new Patek, pull up in a foreign
These bitches be hating but they really boring
Frostbitten, Henny sippin', pussy drippin' on my linen
I'm sinning real different and my neck hurt from this chain thickness
Net worth gets her wetter, got her scent all on my sweater
F*ck your boyfriend baby, you know I could treat you better
Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Finna blast out
Selling just for cash, now I'm getting blackout
Br-Br-Brand new Patek, pull up in a foreign
These bitches be hating but they really boring
Yeah I got a big drip, triple S and the RAF
Balenciaga's, be my beaters don't be mad
Made a couple Ms, but I flipped and double back
Yeah she said she hate me, but that shit don't ever last
Imma, rockstar, Wockhardt cups I'm pouring
F*ck the ops, shoot my 30 out the foreign
Kylie Jenner by the kilo just imported
Y'all f*cking hate me because you still work at Tim Hortons
Yeah my stomach filled with Henny and Bel-Air I'm bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out, coupe we finna blast out
Yeah, finna blast out, selling just for cash now, I'm getting black out
Got a big drip, triple S and the RAF
Balenciagas, be my beaters don't be mad
Made a couple Ms, but I flipped and double back
Yeah she said she hate me, but that shit don't ever last
Said she hate me, but that shit don't last
Need to call my ex but then the feeling passed
40 in my pocket cuz I'm feeling mad
His girl said she love me so I'm feeling bad
Ya I'm getting frostbite
This Henny's got me not right
I'm drowning in my feelings knowing it's gon' be a long night
My stomach filled with syrup and Ciroc
I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm selling just to cash out
S coupe we finna blast out
Writer: Aidan Rossi, Maxwell Kang
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid