Jelly

[Little cup

Yo Pierre, bring that shit out here—WAAAH!

Chorus

Little cup, mud in the cut, face on froze

Red lights flash, chains swing low, we movin' slow

Bitch off the X, can't feel her legs, she on go

Playboi shit, Carti lit, I don't feel the floor—yeah!

Verse 1

Rick Owens stompin', red carpet get crushed

Heart trippin' off mud, still won't blush

Atlanta lit, diamonds slice the night like glass

Whole squad eatin', we don't need a pass

Little cup heavy, wrist on froze, neck on froze

Numb in the body, brain still schemin' though

Chains catch red, glow like stop signs

Lifestyle chosen, I don't rewind

Verse 2

New perspective, same mud, different night

Penthouse view, city lights, sippin' dirty Sprite

Diamonds hit the strobe, make the room ignite

Bitch say she love me, I just pass the mic

Flexin' on the low, but the bag too loud

Racks in the whip, engine screamin' through the crowd

Cartier frames, can't see through the cloud

Still pour another, watch the whole room drown—SKRRRT!

Verse 3

Fuck a limit, I done passed the speed

Diamonds on my body make the dark bleed

Rose gold Patek, time don't touch me

Neck on water, watch the waves rush me

Twelve in the rear, still pourin' up

Still burnin' rubber, still ain't givin' a fuck

Bitch I'm the wave, I'm the flood, I'm the proof

Came from the mud, now the mud in the booth—WOO!

Ad-libs

WAAAH!

Mud walk!

Chain dance!

Carti voice!

WOO!

Fuck twelve!

Still pourin'!

Whole room drown!