Met Gala Lyrics

She say I'm stupid I be thinking with the head inside my pants

She wanna be loyal baby I ain't ever cared about your mans

I ain't ever cared about your love

I ain't ever cared about your boy

I ain't ever cared about your bae

I ain't ever cared about that sucka

I shit talk like I'm Yucca

I talk real like I'm Chimp

These racks in my left pocket make me walk 'round with a limp

Baby I'm a lover boy I ain't ever been no pimp

But baby I ain't tricking I ain't ever been no simp

She don't know my name she just want me cause I'm buzzing

I be lying I just told this thot that Pop Smoke was my cousin

Just told her that's my kin just told her that's my fam

She look gorgeous from the front but she when she turn around it's like Damn!

I'm pushing in this Lexus I won't ever drive no Ram

I want that big Cullinan or that big Urus Lamb

They said I couldn't do it well I bet you I can

Get a rich start a family win a Grammy that's the plan

That's the ETA I make hits like PGA

I ball out like NBA I need me a brand new bae

But I'm fly as hell so she gon' have to get fly with me

Yea I'm fly as hell so one day they gon' have to Met me

Talking about Met Gala cause I got swag for days

Tell a bad shawty come do my braids wait I mean do my locs

I rock Yeezy socks I just bought some rocks

For my wrist for my neck

Never for a thot nah