Uh, yeah, uh, yo

Leave 'em all in awe son, I be awesome

Chicks be too fake so I had to get to flossin

When you meet me, greet me with some caution

Make the bed creak now she call a nigga Dawson

I really ain't with bull' or commotion

I just wanna see the kitty wetter than the ocean

Three strokes, I'm soaking, hoping I don't bust quick

Blow a chef's kiss, compliments to my buff chick

She be saying that I do something to her

We tryna make that bread, lipa, no Dua

Let's make moves, manoeuvre, might move to Vancouver