Come for the hoodies

Bae

I know you want ’em bad

You left

I bagged ’em up

Petty heart in a plastic bag

I took ’em

I took ’em (yeah)

Just to get you back

You miss that cotton warmth

I’m plotting my counterattack

You ain’t getting these

Baby

My hoodies

Bitch

My hoodies

Bitch (hey)

You ain’t slipping in my sleeves

My goodies

Bitch

My booty

Bitch (woo)

You ain’t sleeping in my scent

My hoodies

Bitch

My hoodies

Bitch

Hands off the stash

That’s mine

Attack

Attack

I’m flipping the script like that

Scored your size in every color

Now I’m watching you react

Flipper on that tip

Boy

You can cry

You can beg

Scroll my pics in your old fit

While I keep ’em on my bed (yeah)

You ain’t getting these

Baby

My hoodies

Bitch

My hoodies

Bitch (nah)

You ain’t slipping in my sleeves

My goodies

Bitch

My booty

Bitch (hey)

You ain’t curling in my threads

My hoodies

Bitch

My hoodies

Bitch

You lost that soft

That mine