[Chorus]
Make 100 bands
Spend it as fast as I can
It helps when I'm sad and don't understand
I throw a stack and she stand on her hands
Smokin' on pack pop a Bean wit a Xan
Now I'm crying in the club with a stripper
Talkin bout my ex and how much I miss her
Haunted by every single time I kissed her
I still look at our old pictures...

[Verse 1]
Sad boy flex
We up next
Fuck my ex
I made my checks bigger
She fucked me up
I pour it up
That's a double cup
It fucks me up quicker
I may be sad
But I get the bag
And I got that swag
And I throw a stack
And she throw it back
And I don't react
Cuz I still see your picture
Sometimes I flex
Cuz I'm up nеxt
And I'm passin' tests
I pound my chest
Pass you on the lеft
And look at you in the mirror
[Chorus]
Make 100 bands
Spend it as fast as I can
It helps when I'm sad and don't understand
I throw a stack and she stand on her hands
Smokin' on pack pop a Bean wit a Xan
Now I'm crying in the club with a stripper
Talkin bout my ex and how much I miss her
Haunted by every single time I kissed her
I still look at our old pictures...

[Verse 2]
Now my feelings are all mixed up
Bout as mixed up as my double cup
I guess you could say my life's all screwed up
Probably cuz you never gave a fuck...
Now I'm getting a hug from a stripper
She pat me on the back and said
Boy you should ditch her
Shouldn't even miss her
Shouldn't even kiss her
Can't believe you did the things that you done did her
I can't believe I just confessed to a stripper
All my inner feelings
I'm sauced of the mixture
This hole in my life is a permanent fixture
I still look at our old pictures...