​do it 4 th€ gram

(You told me you love me)
Ah, ah, ah
All the things I said, I never meant, no, babe
Yeah
Damn, you’re too much

On the 'Gram flexing the cash
Fuck 'em, they’re gonna hate anyway
Chuckys dancing with their hats sideways
If I call you, you already know what city I’m in

More kids with the years, shit's crazy
They’d kill to be in my kicks
Ass out, tongue out, hand up to the knee
Baby, twerk with your sis

It’s a tiny world for you and me
Bad bitch, got a Linktree in the bio
Girl, slow it down, skeeyee
Get freaky on the sand, get freaky in the club
Ten grand in the bucket, boss in the system

I’m geekin’, I’m lit, I’m on a vibe
Be real, who did your lips?
The Lord? Well, I’ll pray a rosary, two rosaries
Riding in the truck making eights with our hands

We don’t defend in the zone, we go for the guy
Get tough and hand on the belt quick
(Pss, pss, pss, pss) I protect what’s mine
That ass is president, I call it Bill Clito

Sometimes you gotta pop off and show 'em
Trust me, I got big plans
Making music for the delinquents
For the baddest girl on this yacht

For the one who’s got it locked in her Supreme boxers
And doesn’t leave the crib without the Siemens
For the girl whose every pic in her carousel
Is taken by a different dude

On the 'Gram flexing the diamonds
They throw shade, but I don’t give a damn
Chuckys dancing the charra in the pelvis
If I text you, you know what island I’m on

A-Aruba, Anguilla, Saint Lucia
I can’t live a normal life in mine
I’m with Vélez so nobody thinks today’s their day
They look at us thinking: I hope we get our day

Yeah, someday
Someday maybe I can see you again
To prove that it’s still easy to read you
And how well I remember those walls
I write to you, I write to you, I write to you, I write to you

If I text you, you know what island I’m on
And that I’m here for you