Letras
Shirley Wimple, Soda Pop, nigga boutta Fizz
Borea hoodie, ViP shit, we the cool kids
No I'm not talking 'bout a '08 bake sale
Feel like Dave Luntz couldn't carry all the weight well
You should accept that, I'll punch niggas till time kicks
I used to shove shit, had a backspin nollie trick
Now I'm off it, nigga couldn't even pop a flip
Sipping red 40 till my brain screams insomnious
Shot wetty like the 30 on a big dub
Saying I'm a bitch, well, welcome to the bitch club
Now they asking for a lift up, Asian kids used to call me nigg (forgot the ah)
Like Chris Huck, said you makin' moves, you resemble car junk
Listenin' to my favorite records and the car bumps
Like Shirtley (bu-bow)
This shit's a fucking joke, tired of silly quotes
Niggas think they know me, how about I knee you in your fucking throat?
Can't make music how I want in 2025
14 years old, zero songs, giving me advice
I was 7, recording in Audacity
So why you talking to me like you got some fucking audacity
Niggas fucking chill, that's these niggas up a hill
Sleeping at the summit living, I don't give a fuck of ill
Tired of the fucking comparison
The next time you look, I'll be the last time you stare again
Janice had all the bad bitches feeling high again
The same fucking high that made Basquiat feel alive again
I'ma always take a full sip, so when I'm drinking at the pool
We'll take a cool pic (fucking) bitch (bitch)
Shirley, Shirley, Shirley
Wanna pop my soda? Catch my fizz
Wanna pop my soda? Catch my fizz
Wanna pop my soda? Catch my fizz
Wanna pop my soda? (Catch my fizz), Shirley
Whatever that means, what do I mean? (Yeah)
I'm feeling my shit, I'm getting this green (green)
I'm getting this cheddar, she sucking my dick
I said, "What now?" She said, "What now?" (What?)
I said, get out, you're not part of the team
That's VIP, popping bottles we don't even drink (yeah)
So we drinking Shirley 'til it stain our teeth