[Intro]
(Yeah)
I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha)
Spark, we can get up with you (Nah)
Now I tell that ho to shut up, listen (Brree, blick)
Your ho, she suck my dick like she got lisp
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Hold up, had to make that bag (Ha)
Hold up, I'm in my bag
Had to make a pitstop to the cash (Yeah)
These n***as playin' with me right now
How you running, you comin' in last?
Yeah, let that choppa go blast
Leave that n***a up in the past (We love you, Tecca, yeah)

[Verse]
Leave that n***a up in the grass
Choppa make him dance
They like, "You grew up too fast"
No, I had to get off my ass
Run that pack, like dash
Smoking on good exotic gas (Blick)
Glock give the boy a rash
Promise you don't wanna clash
Big balling, feel like Nash
When they hit me, I'm like "Yeah"
I'm hit on a ho like, yeah
Make her say, "Yeah", (Yeah), yeah
All-black, mysterious, yeah
Lil' bro, you can't be serious (No)
These lil' n***as delirious
Hop in that whip and then kill a queer
I didn't mean to hurt you, tears (Blick)
Yeah, ha-ha-ha
Tell that ho, "Bye-bye"
Fuck her, then kick her out my house (Yeah)
These fake ass n***as tryna reach out
Lil' Faygo had to stop that simpin' and pimp it out (Brree-rree)
Took the top off (Skrrt), I'm sending top back
I still see that n***a flexin', tell that n***a stop that (Woah, woah)
These lil' n***as, they simp (Ooh)
Pussy boy, don't get killed by a pussy, that ain't even worth the kill
She said "Faygo, you too real"
And I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha)
Yeah, I'ma get up with you
Hop a n***a up, that lil' stick with you, yeah
Lil' fat n***a, ain't no pitchin'
Yeah, knock a n***a out the picture
Tell me, who the fuck gon' miss you?
N***a, please don't cry, I don't keep tissues (Yeah)