Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me Shawty was actin' too boujee When she see the car that I'm in And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin' You gotta have you a check just to book me I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay Too much room in the Maybach She don't know what to do with herself Pulled up clean, A-jacks She on that white red like a patty melt And her Rolex tell where the date at In the city where I know all thе hate at Lightweight, but you know wherе the weight at The pack touch down, I'ma fuckin' Tom Brady that Touch down, touch now Heavy buzz, too much Crown Heater on my waist and it weigh fo' pounds Silence on the gun so it make no sounds Push you on the snow like a old red sled I turned her down like a hotel bed She want the red like she's in for a year What she in for? Infrared