She - KOTA The Friend

She had a trench coat, some mad threes with her

Hot cup of tea and a Fader magazine

With some light blue jeans, real crown like a queen

And a Mac Air, but it ain’t the one she had last year

Wednesday, 1 o’clock, she don’t really got a job

She do her own thing, she ride her own wave

Only twenty people on the 'Gram that she followin'

Only post work, she ain’t tryna be a model chick

Same three friends, be the one she poppin' bottles with

Got trust issues, so she keep a lot, bottled in

She don’t do religion, not a Catholic or Protestant

She believe in white wine, feet up on the ottoman

Gotta little purse, that she only keep the ganja in

Low-key, got her own business and she mindin' it

Ex-niggas always in her phone, she like, «Not again»

If she get your number, you’ll be lucky if she lock it in

She from the hood, but she ain’t hood

She hella grounded, but the plane trips to BnB stay booked

Told me I should read the Four Agreements, it’s a great book

Cracked a little smile and she threw me back the same look, yeah