Don't trip and fall in your LB heels (yeah, yeah)
Bullets make it rain like a windowsill
Bulle- Bullets to your face, she go in for the kill (uh, uh)
Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill
Yeah, in for the kill, she go in for the kill
Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill (yeah, yeah)
In for the kill, she go in for the kill (ah, ah)
Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill

And she walkin' around with the Yves Saint Laurent
Yeah, you so damn mad, 'cause I got what I want
And she tell me that she got, what I need, what I want
What I like, huh? Don't wanna hear it
Pass me the lighter, I'm tryna get higher
Blowin' on this gas, drive to the sky (sky, sky)
Straight to the sky, uh (sky, sky)
Straight to the sky, yuh
Straight to the sky

Yo, but she grew up in Barking, walking around in that Dolce Gabbana
Dolce Gabban- in that Dolce Gabbana
She ain't into no drama (she ain't into no-)
Yo, but she grew up in Barking, walking around in that Dolce Gabbana
Dolce Gabban- in that Dolce Gabbana
She ain't into no drama (she ain't into no-)

Don't trip and fall in your LB heels
Bullets make it rain like a windowsill
Bulle- Bullets to your face, she go in for the kill (uh, uh)
Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill
Yeah, in for the kill, she go in for the kill
Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill (yeah, yeah)
In for the kill, she go in for the kill (ah, ah)
Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill

And she walkin' around with the Yves Saint Laurent
Yeah, you so damn mad, 'cause I got what I want
And she tell me that she got, what I need, what I want
What I like, huh? Don't wanna hear it
Pass me the lighter, I'm tryna get higher
Blowin' on this gas, drive to the sky (sky, sky)
Yeah, straight to the sky, uh (sky, sky)
Yeah, straight to the sky, uh
Straight to the-