Jacob Elordi/Purple Guts

I want a man that looks like Jacob Elordi

I'm sipping lean this ain't no forty

I'm sipping lean this ain't no bud

Sipping that red like blush

Look at the drip

I'm fresh like a cut

I'm in a rush

Lean in my kidneys, I got purple guts

Money in the bag, that's a Gucci clutch

If you walked up in my shoes your feet would leak blood

Ya your feet would get bruised

Tryna play some slick shit like lube

Tryna play some slick shit, but I see right through

All that hating shit is weird, all that hating shit not cool

I been alone a long while

I'm too grown to crack a smile

Run non-stop, not a mile

Run non-stop

Run non-stop the money piling

I'm locked in like I'm dialed

Ya dig

I'm sick with this shit like I'm bile

People Change like a new hair style

People think they cute

You not Harry Styles

People really talking shit, like pipe down

Why you judging me, Been judging for a while

And that's okay

Used to have friends

They all fake

Used to have people have my back and keep me safe

Now them bitches abortions, they just like mistakes

I'm raising up my steaks

I got the steak up on my plate

I got your man boutta lick me up like a plate

I need cash right now, before I get agitated

I want a man that looks like Jacob Elordi

I'm sipping lean this ain't no forty

I'm sipping lean this ain't no bud

Sipping that red like blush

Look at the drip

I'm fresh like a cut

I'm in a rush

Lean in my kidneys, I got purple guts

Money in the bag, that's a Gucci clutch

If you walked up in my shoes your feet would leak blood