[Hook]
Hold up hold up wait, aye
Dead boy like cobain, bain
Wet drip drip like rain, rain
Medicate no pain, pain
Pull up shootin like range, range
I'm poppin off like bang, bang
Fuck that bitch no fame, fame
Why these boys so lame, lame

[Verse 1]
Spilt lean on my favorite shirt and yea that bitch got stained
I could fuck your bitch but I don't want no fuckin aids
I might move across the country to La, La
I don't got a reason to flex hard but I'm okay
Whippin it whippin it up
Don't give a fuck
Why you fuckboys flexin' like you get buck
But I'm getting buck
Why you be talkin but when I confront you always be shook
Catch me in the back im smokin backwoods
Free dome from your hoe and smokin that good
I should kill myself yea homie I should
Stop making trash I would if I could

[Hook]
Hold up hold up wait, aye
Dead boy like cobain, bain
Wet drip drip like rain, rain
Medicate no pain, pain
Pull up shootin like range, range
I'm poppin off like bang, bang
Fuck that bitch no fame, fame
Why these boys so lame, lame
Sippin on tea I'm froto
Makin' haters “oh no”
Don't fuck with the po po
Yea my show gon go woah
I be flexin wild wild west style hoe
You be askin' wild wild questions now hoe