Текст:
She rock Carti' frames, sweet like candy canes
If I'm Superman, she my Lois Lane
Gucci everything, Louis everything
Had to cut her off, she sniff too much 'caine
Don't look so surprised, all she want to do is lie
Then she turned around and cried, demons all in her eyes
She don't feel no pain, she might be insane
Colder than some rain, pussy lemonade
Foreign Spanish jawn, really like the lemonade
I put Cartiers all over my b*tch's face
She just got a pair, all because a nigga paid
Put her in the past