With the IE way up, neon sign drip on my lip,
I ride the bassline, spit it explicit—no skip.
Chrome hearts rattlin’, soju ice in my cup,
Seoul to the ceilin’, I lift it, never let up.
Balenciaga boots kick moon dust, I erupt,
Pink venom tongue, every comma stays corrupt.
Call me JENNIE from the block, diamonds talk, they interrupt—
Way up with the IE, forever, that’s what’s up.