my swags on 10 my level need a ladder your has- has been i'm sorry bitch i'm badder i'm up in my zone yhis drink got me gone i can't find my phone but right now i'm like whatever
Verse 2:
my man look hot keep me colder than a shoulder one hand on my uhhhh while we rollin in the rover we too cool for this bitch so we bout to dip head back to my crib where the party isn't over
pre chorus:
cotton candy sippin gold baby droppin bombs on me all my girls make it twirl (bang that) put on for me I'm feeling good feeling good i'm feeling good feeling good
chorus:
x's on my hands with my wrist band bracelets dancing in my vans gettin white girl wasted
white girl wasted hella shit faced'd now the room is spinning should have lemon-lime chased it white girl wasted baby come and taste it dancing in my vans gettin white girl wasted
bridge:
i know this bitch didn't steppin on my shit she's lucky that i'm lit so now i'm like whatever