Pizza Face
He lay that pipe then we get to the pape
Poppin' shit like a pimple now she got a pizza face
I'm so high in the hills, this shit feel like heaven gates
I still need you near here, I need a piece of space
Walk up in Bottega and I'm feeling pure elation
I'm too hard to trace feel like we living in a simulation
What I got, got get that for my momma 'cause that's twin 'nem
Ain't no way that boy done said he had me, must be playing Sims
Is you the big spender? I don't be playing games
You on the instagrams hiding behind that meta thing
I walk in, the eyes on me, I throw up gang gang
I ain't doing shit but chasing a bag
I been playing with Rari's in traffic
I seen things can't say, they'd drag it
All them tools, he go-go gadget
I'm the cutest in the pageant
Lex having her way, that's tragic
They gon' hate the way I'm spazzing
Forever gon' be the magnet
He lay that pipe then we get to the pape
Poppin' shit like a pimple she got a pizza face
I'm so high in the hills this shit feels like heaven gates
I still need you near here, I need a piece of space
Walk up in Bottega and I'm feeling pure elation
I'm too hard to trace feel like we living in a simulation
What I got, got get that for my momma 'cause that's twin 'nem
Ain't no way that boy done said he had me, must be playing Sims
Poppin' shit like a pimple now she got a pizza face
I'm so high in the hills, this shit feel like heaven gates
I still need you near here, I need a piece of space
Walk up in Bottega and I'm feeling pure elation
I'm too hard to trace feel like we living in a simulation
What I got, got get that for my momma 'cause that's twin 'nem
Ain't no way that boy done said he had me, must be playing Sims
Is you the big spender? I don't be playing games
You on the instagrams hiding behind that meta thing
I walk in, the eyes on me, I throw up gang gang
I ain't doing shit but chasing a bag
I been playing with Rari's in traffic
I seen things can't say, they'd drag it
All them tools, he go-go gadget
I'm the cutest in the pageant
Lex having her way, that's tragic
They gon' hate the way I'm spazzing
Forever gon' be the magnet
He lay that pipe then we get to the pape
Poppin' shit like a pimple she got a pizza face
I'm so high in the hills this shit feels like heaven gates
I still need you near here, I need a piece of space
Walk up in Bottega and I'm feeling pure elation
I'm too hard to trace feel like we living in a simulation
What I got, got get that for my momma 'cause that's twin 'nem
Ain't no way that boy done said he had me, must be playing Sims
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Writer(s): Alexis Johnson
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