[Verse 1]
Lost, silly motherfucker!
Dropping shit they wanna hear but they can't stomach
I'll be writing hits until I probably reach a hundred
You don't really wanna fuck with me, there's no discussion
Popping xans? Fuck that, I'ma pop off on your mother
She ain't even raised you right
You a fuck up, you ain't gonna even make the lights
Yeah, I'm a soon-to-be rich boy, fucking up your shit, boy
You the lost cause, I'm an amazing sight, yuh

[Chorus]
Round and round
We're taking all the energy, we're handing out
I don't think I give a single shit about
All the stuff you're saying, guess I have my doubts
Have my doubts, we go round and round
I don't think I understand you right now
I don't think I understand you, speak loud
I don't think I'm gonna get you, not now, no

[Verse 2]
Guess that I'm the bomb, hot shit up in here
I'm fucking models, it's a marvel, Brie Larson in here
I don't think you even acknowledge I'm the thing that you fear
You wanting bottle after bottle, it ain't free if you near
Cause it's all mine! If I drank, took drugs, I'd do a few lines
Couple years, all my fans'll make a full line
But if you good to me, I'll treat you how you like
You could be the lost cause but to me, you're alright