How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin´ my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don´t swing that way

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin´ on Christmas day

Somebody tell Doja Cat that I´m tryna indulge in that
In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that
See the motion clap when you´re throwin´ it back (When you´re throwin´ it back)
These females plannin´ on doin´ me wrong
So I´m grabbin´ a ´dom out the Trojan pack
Post the location after we´re gone
Can´t slip and let them know where we´re at
I don´t know about you, but I value my life (But I value my life)
´Cause imagine I die (Die)
And I ain´t made a hundred Ms yet
There´s so much things I ain´t done yet

Like fuckin´ a flight attendant, huh
I don´t party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it
Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder
How life would´ve been if I never did take them risks and would have I prospered?
Floatin´ and I won´t go under
Been outta town for a month
Absence made the love grow fonder
UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk ´bout the genre (Alright)

How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin´ my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don´t swing that way

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin´ on Christmas day