Comme des Garçons, playing with yourself
Fashion Week again, bad for your health
Hocus pocus, baby, cheetahs in the zoo
Chakra chakra calling all the shit I do
Trap phone going (skrt)
Rari going like (skrt)
Jeans full of cum, wet dreams too
Flowers in the ground, pricking fingers, ooh
Sucking on [C7]her titties, stupid little nigga
Birds and [Bm]the bees, sweet like [F]vanilla
Margiela jeans
Gun on [C7]my [A]hip, oops
Mama ɾaised a soldier, thought I fucking told ya
Playing David Bowie, sunny California
Ass out for [Dm7]the boys, oh, ya love it
North Face, so cold in the summer
Busted out the pack of gin
You my [A]favourite accident
Seven months to [C7]this day
You came out your mama, ay
Sunny California, fizzy like [F]my [A]new pop
Yeah, hard like [F]my [A]crack ɾock
Yeah, shiny like [F]my [A]new Glock
It goes psh, psh, psh
Sunny California, fizzy like [F]my [A]new pop
Yeah, hard like [F]my [A]crack ɾock
Yeah, shiny like [F]my [A]new Glock
It goes psh, psh, psh
