Back seat, windows fogged up,

Drippin’ ice, let the whole block look.

He say, “Damn, Saweetie, you a whole textbook,”

I ride it like I’m late for the next hook.

Lourdiz on the low, bilingual freak,

Tongue tied, hips glide, no sleep.

Spray that candy paint on my back seat sheets,

Push start, push deep—vroom, repeat.

We don’t park, we perform, mirrors tremblin’,

Back seat saints, but the night ain’t reverend.

Best friend, just text me where the vibe at

Diamonds on us like “Hi, b*tch, bite that”

Bad on the ‘Gram, badder in real life, facts

If he act cheap, we gon’ double that right back

matching the foreign, we skrrt it

Two pretty best friends, make ’em nervous

He say I’m toxic, I said “You earned it”

Besties so fly, we could never be grounded

Doja and ‘Tie, tell the whole world “Bow down”

All night, we ride the moonlight glow

Diamonds drip, no stains on the flow

IVE on the lift, Saweetie bring the heat

Clean dreams, still heavy on the beat

Tap in, we glide—no smudge on the shine

Step light, every move cut crystal line

Heartbeat drum, whisper through the dark

We glow different, spotless spark

Raise your aura, pure and bright

All night clean, we own the light