[Intro]
It was all fake, it was all fake

[Chorus]
Yuh, yeah, bitch you made me
Cuttin' up that rope, cut loose ties, bitch you hangin'
Put it all on me, feel that pain, bitch it's rainin'
–Ion want that small talk, want a moola, bitch pay me
I'm out here grindin', yeah my mama said she pray for me
I was on my ass, yeah I thought it was too late for me
Now I'm pushin' bands, I never thought I'd touch the paper I see
Fuck me up wit' bro, OD
Touch day is R.I.P

[Verse]
I get money in this asap like vert, yeah
Hands off my turf, yeah
Bro–brodie talkin' crazy, send 'em to the birds, yeah
I don't need no stylist, I've been fye since birth, yuh
Way too cold, I'm like a freezer in this bitch
You may walk 'round mood, brodie clutchin' on that switch
Bitch I'm cuttin' up in traffic, I might end up in a ditch
Yeah I'm really 'bout my paper, you still down bad 'bout that bitch
You still down bad for that ho, I ain't ten, I'm gettin' rich
Bro took way too many percs, he and ten, I'm gettin' sick
Why you tryna bust that plate? You know we didn't claim that lick
Why you tryna cuff that bitch? You know we didn't claim that trick
I did way too many shrooms, my whole life feel like a trip
I need spark another blunt, my bro catch another zip
Said enough, don't say no more, we gon' zip your fuckin' lips
When I get a word to brodie, he gon' unload that clip (Yuh)
I'm so high, feel like I'm flyin' baby, whatchu want?
No I do it for you, trying baby, not enuff
All the ducks take a chant all night, test your luck
If-if you wanna try, then you know it's up
Take a look into my mind, it's full of scary stuff
Teddy on nissy on net, Ima call his bluff
Take another hit to use my mind but it's not enuff
Holdin' up that fye, take his life, keep my sucky tough
[Bridge]
Weak motherfucker wanna stare when they see me
Couldn't wait to snitch bum, bitch you wanna–
Wea–wea–weak motherfucker wanna stare when they see me
Couldn't wait to snitch bum, bitch you wanna be me

[Chorus]
Yuh, yeah, bitch you made me
Cuttin' up that rope, cut loose ties, bitch you hangin'
Put it all on me, feel that pain, bitch it's rainin'
–Ion want that small talk, want a moola, bitch pay me
I'm out here grindin', yeah my mama said she pray for me
I was on my ass, yeah I thought it was too late for me
Now I'm pushin' bands, I never thought I'd touch the paper I see
Fuck me up wit' bro, OD
Touch day is R.I.P