[Chorus]
Yeah I keep a blade strapped like I'm Mulan
Old bitch want me back hoe you should move on
That blunt fucked up my neurons
Her brain on Jimmy Neutron
I blow up put my crew on
I'm dripping red like DuPont
Face tattooed on

[Verse I]
I think of suicide no cap
I'm running laps
I'm out of breath a heart attack
I can't relax, I might relapse
I told my bitch to hold the strap
I told my ex to get a map
I'm on the map, don't get attached
I cop a pack and then flip that
I got it back and start to add

[Bridge]
Fake friends, Satan got a plan for me
They hatin', fading, you a fan homie
Fake friends, Satan got a plan for me
They hatin', fading, you a fan homie
[Chorus]
Yeah I keep a blade strapped like I'm Mulan
Old bitch want me back hoe you should move on
That blunt fucked up my neurons
Her brain on Jimmy Neutron
I blow up put my crew on
I'm dripping red like DuPont
Face tattooed on

[Verse II]
I'm so glad I quit sippin' on 40s
Hoes stay mad but I'm happy when I'm lonely
I be in my bag but you won't see it on me
Came up from my past nothing that you can tell me
You can get popped like a Norco, aye
Shorty heart cold like The North Pole, aye
Fuck on her soul and throw that hoe away
No I'd never fold for a hoe there's no way