Girl (feat. Styde) - Golden Mafia

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday (Oh, someday) Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA I really want to Come kick it with you (Oh, oh) You'll be my American boy (Ayy) Hey, where's Rolo? (Yo, wait!) H-Hand on the heater, they all gonna freeze like a mannequin I lowkey feel like the man again Why she be thinking I'm nice, I'll play her like a mandolin She gon' end up as a fan again Everyone's mad cus' I'm young and I'm up And I feel like I'm Carti, got red in my cup Got your ex in my DM'S, she thinking we sum' I told her, girl, no, I ain't feeling the love Ain't talking Estelle's "American Boy" She wish she could be my American girl But she lowkey someone that I would avoid She's wanting my sweatshirt, ain't talking 'bout Earl They saying "ayy, steezy, you making a hit bro" I-I got the FN, I aim at your hip, bro I'm never lacking, I'm keeping it loaded Feel like myself because I gotta focus Take off his legs Now he gon' need him a "Cain" And I'm not talking bout Abel They act like they all knew my name Before the fame They treat me like I'm a fable I ain't even dropped in like half a year But I'm still making more streams than you That's pretty sad, bro I'm playing games with you, this ain't no Hasbro It made me laugh, though I'm gonna pull up, I put the red dot on your head N-N-Now you a vegetable Thought you knew that was expectable Beam to his head, now that boy going dummy W-Wockhardt in my cup, it go to my tummy I gotta fo Oh, wait, that's the wrong song Mess with my crew, homie, you can be gone I-I just listened to your music, it sounds so generic I yawned H-Hand on the heater, they all gonna freeze like a mannequin I lowkey feel like the man again Why she be thinking I'm nice, I'll play her like a mandolin She gon' end up as a fan again Everyone's mad cus' I'm young and I'm up And I feel like I'm Carti, got red in my cup Got your ex in my DM'S, she thinking we sum' I told her, girl, no, I ain't feeling the love Ain't talking Estelle's "American Boy" She wish she could be my American girl But she lowkey someone that I would avoid She's wanting my sweatshirt, ain't talking 'bout Earl They saying "Ayy, steezy, you making a hit bro" I-I got the FN, I aim at your hip, bro I'm never lacking, I'm keeping it loaded Feel like myself because I gotta focus