[Intro]
You know
I don't like to do too much talkin'
Zetra
I'm just smokin' on weed
You know, coolin'
It ain't really nothin' new

[Pre-Chorus]
Serious
Yuh, n***a I'm serious (Okay, let's go)
Yeah, n***a I'm serious
C'mon
Yeah

[Chorus]
This shit good over here, if you ask me (Yeah)
Might be smokin' on gas in the backseat (Yeah)
We was down and they didn't wanna tap in (Yeah)
Fuck them n***as, that money my best friend (Yeah)
Flyin' in space like a Jetson (Yeah)
Black is my fit when I'm dressin' (Shit)
Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
(Cut with my dead)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Cut with the dead friends, yeah, yeah
(Bah, go)
[Verse 1]
Tell them critics to shut the fuck up (Go)
Lil' Faygo finna cut the fuck up (Go)
My n***as, they ready for war (Grrr, yeah)
Like a train they gon' run the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Take it slow, we not tryna the fuck up (Hrr)
Take control of the whip 'fore they rush (Rush)
Take a whiff of that motherfuckin' dust
N***as be hatin' for what? (What?)
You don't like me, well n***a, what's up? (What's up?)
I been tryna keep this shit coolin' (Okay)
But they tryna play me like I'm stupid (No, no)
Got them racks in the back of my Ksubi's (Oh, oh)
And I'm talking, what else we gon' do it? (Yeah)
They put me to the side, they so foolish (They so foolish)
Put my head to the sky, imma prove it

[Bridge]
Woo-ooh-woo
Woo-woo-ooh
Woo-ooh
Yeah

[Chorus]
This shit good over here, if you ask me (Yeah)
Might be smokin' on gas in the backseat (Yeah)
We was down and they didn't wanna tap in (Yeah)
Fuck them n***as, that money my best friend (Yeah)
Flyin' in space like a Jetson (Yeah)
Black is my fit when I'm dressin' (Shit)
Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
(Cut with my dead)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Cut with the dead friends, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
(I been keeping this shit [?])
You so fake I cannot see the real (Real)
They was bugging, I told 'em to chill (Yeah)
"Oh you mind for yourself", I don't hear (Yeah)
I was actually payin' momma' bills (Go)
And you n***as, can't move, still (Shit, nah)
How could I lose? Still
Fuck, my mind just been on the mills
(Yeah, mill)
(Yeah-eah-eah-ah)
(Yeah)
(Oh nah)
You already know how I feel (Yeah)

[Chorus]
This shit good over here, if you ask me (Yeah)
Might be smokin' on gas in the backseat (Shit, yeah)
We was down and they didn't wanna tap in (Yeah)
Fuck them n***as, that money my best friend (Yeah)
Flyin' in space like a Jetson (Yeah)
Black is my fit when I'm dressin' (Shit)
Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
(Cut with my dead)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Cut with the dead friends, yeah, yeah