LYRICS:

Stick to my sticky
Like its gunna stick me

Got a smile that could kill
But i don't act friendly

So just keep it to yourself 
if you're gunna talk cheap

Not a peep
Not a peep
Unless you're gunna buy the beat

And its slappin dummy hard
Like some corn from the street

Like you would even know
Where your gang?
Where they go?

Just finished up my drink
Made a cream with the float
Yea

300k
With the plays
Who'da known?

Made a bag from my bag
Like I'm crying in the club

I aint even in that bitch
But I know i turned it up

And i know that you know
That i do it out of love

Put my ear to the floor
Why you always comin up?

And I'm rolling with my bitches
Three deep
Power puff
Yea

You a mojo jojo
And you didnt even know though
And you go to Nieman Marcus
Just to fuckin take a photo

yeah0k! Aint a brand
yeah0k! Aint got no logo

Let the music stand alone
Imma die on my midi keys

300 please for exclusive
Fuck the 30 lease

And im smoking hella gas
Roll it up in a dirty leaf

You can keep the Sprite
Keep it clean
With my pretty teeth

Like im Chip Skylark
But I'm a girl
Dont misgender me

I'm so sick of talking
Let me clink
With my riesling

float

iris day, hexcaster , spiritual guide
@irisday2

yeah, okay

 #seraphim   bliss pop

producer n rapper

(she/her)

niteswimmer/eyeglimmer
@Witchclique

https://on.soundcloud.com/12k4N
https://www.youtube.com/@witchclique4167