[Intro: SelfMadeSav & Hi-C]
Glocky on my hip
And I rock expensive drip
Deliver a pack, and I order a Lyft
My shoes tied, I cannot trip
Don't make me turn you to a myth
5.56, green tips
All hunnids, blue strips
What's the price on this drip
I'm a rockstar, just like Cliff
And I'm gettin' Hi 'till I can't C
Why everything be lame to me
All I wanna drink is fuckin' lean
Tryna go to sleep, and I seen you in my dreams (Damn)
It's a nightmare, when he seen that Glocky scream
Every—
Oh, oh (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD mixtape)
Oh, oh
Oh (Heaven or Hell, let's rock)
Oh (Hello)

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
Rick Owens suit, Rick Owens boots
Chrome tee, roar jeans, twin guns salute
Red cups, pour blood while I watch the moon
Black truck, hop out, Range Rov' commutе
Big blunt, stuffed crust, Backwood cocoon
Freak hoes, rеdbone hoes get seduced
Rack for these shoes, rock Christian Loub'
Rodeo drive, Saks Fifth Avenue
Ride with my goon, goon Jordan Poole
Quick draw release, off the screen, catch and shoot
Porsche two-door coupe, ridin' with no roof
Unspoken rizz, your main bitch can't refuse
White hoes on dick, they like, ''Hi-C, you rule''
Fuck n***as hate, but they main bitch approve
Diamonds light up, lightnin' flash, Pikachu
Glock with a scope, I hop out, peek-a-boo
Bitch fine as hell, baddest bitch in your group
Fucked on her friend, Hi-C, what did you do?
K on the spoon, drugs get abused
Vampire Knight, pourin' blood, bloody moon
Head was so nice, I rock Vivienne jewels
Big bag of shrooms, my trap jump, kangaroo
In Montreal pourin' drank with my yutes
Racks for this coat, it's Canadian Goose
Bitch say I'm him, but what made you assume?
Is it the way my wrist light up the room?
Bitch pussy pink and it's fat, Majin Buu
Hop out the Porsche and the paint job maroon
You wanna fuck, I want you too
Show in your town, I'll be there soon
Girl, what you want? I'm comin' through
Send me some n***s, show me your boobs (Okay)
Bitch twenty-two, say she in school
Bitch, be my muse, swallow dick, whole balloons
Glock 22, aim it at you
Aim it and shoot, I'll hit you and your troops
[Verse 2: RockstarCliff]
Real vamp, only come out when I see the moon
Real vamp, she tryna bite me just like Bella do
And I'm on acid, I'm on shrooms, I do what I do
I love Oxy, I love roxy, and I love you
I got a Glock with a switch, if they showin', yeah
I get so high, I get so high, and I ain't comin' home
Got a XD .45, I puff some red, finna get high
And you see demons in my eyes, and you see dollar signs
And I'm in Louis shoes
And I been poppin' blues
Really I ain't got no clue
I get so, so, so, so high, I can't come down
I get so high, I can't fall down
My old ho's wanna ball now
Glory boy like Ballout
I'm so high up in the sky, I can't take calls now
I'm shootin' RP's up like some gummies
Got Oxy in my tummy
Rick Owens, my hood tight on my body like a mummy

[Verse 3: SelfMadeSav]
Come alive in the nighttime, lil' shawty on that vamp shit
I'm on that gang shit, no lame shit
This bitch seen me and fainted
Smokin' on dead opps, and it got me coughin'
Let a n***a play, I'ma put him in a coffin
Blood red drank keep a n***a from coughin'
Hit it one time, and she keep on callin'
She know that I'm ballin', that's pretty much it
I don't trust nothin' but my stick
Maison Margiela with the motherfuckin' Rick
Deliver a pack, and I order a Lyft
Smokin' on woods, I'm smokin' on a spliff
I make the money do a flip
Got a Glocky on my hip
And I rock expensive drip
Deliver a pack, and I order a Lyft
My shoes tied, I cannot trip
Don't make me turn you to a myth
5.56, green tips
All hunnids, blue strips
What's the price on this drip
I'm a rockstar just like Cliff
And I'm gettin' Hi, 'til I can't C
Why everything be lame to me
All I wanna drink is fuckin' lean
Tryna go to sleep, and I seen you in my dreams
It's a nightmare, when he seen that Glocky scream
Everything ain't what it seem
Blood spillin' on my jeans
Hop in that Scat, and I fly like a bat
Put that shit on, I get fly like a bat
Full metal jacket hit your head, knock off your hat
I got the money, that's a fact
And I'm on point, like a tac
When I catch yo' bro, I can't do that
Pop me a Xan when i'm tryna relax
She keep on goin', now I'm smokin' on gas
This a new shirt, I was just poppin' tags
She said you ain't even got no swag
Weigh the drugs up, then I put 'em in a bag
Margiela my toes, you know they black
[Outro]
(This is too easy)