this year (bonus) Lyrics

Me and your bitch, we like some spies

Yeah, we undercovers, yeah

Hit it from the back, yeah, I'll break her spine

Yeah, I never loved her

Hoes real classy and this bitch sippin' wine

Yeah, never sober

Snake hoes rocking fangs, like a cobra

Life's a game, bitch, play it till it's over

Key Blade, bitch, I feel like I'm Sora

Cringy motherfuckers talkin' bout some aura

My hoe keep my strap in her backpack, ghetto ass Dora

Yeah, my gang in here, we changed this year, yeah

Liquor in my cup, I might throw up

I ride around, my speakers loud, yeah

Red minivan doin' doughnuts, yeah

Bitch, I need a new whip

Hit the gun store, need a new grip

She a slut, bruh, you need a new bih

When you kiss her, you kissin on dick

Choppa on me, singing like Selena

I got money, I don't really need love

Emotions controlling me, yeah

Wake up, wake up

Pour another liquor cup up

Cup up

Uh, yeah, leaner

I don't sip that purple shit, don't wanna get a lean gut

Rockin' in a party, and I'm in here with my nina

If alcohol was a bitch, I think I need her

Pretty drink cup like her last name was Hadid, yeah

Yeah, yeah, oh jeez

Money, money fallin' out my jeans

Give a fuck about a pussy, hatin on me

Yeah, yeah, like, bitch, please

I'm just tryna grind, tryna put on for my team

Rollin', geekin', Molly

Hating motherfuckers doubting highly

Why you worried bout how I be

Yeah, get yourself a bitch or a fuckin' hobby

Maybe, do some cool shit, that's gon' make you happy

Brain rot got em' fucked up

I hate bein' sober

Turn up till it's over

Yeah, till it's over

Yeah, yeah, till it's over

Keep my composure

Keep my composure