[Chorus: polearm]
Gotta admit, wait, I guess it hurt a little bit
I know I really dropped the ball but I guess it's back right to business
The only things that I need in my life are my bros and my bank and my vices
They say I'm foolish but my money, got 20k in the bank so I'm like fuck it

[Verse 1: polearm]
I'm sick and tired of my swag being stolen, he says he don't know where he got it
I put a price on his head because [?]
You [?] just try to relax, the boy, you know that he better just stop it
He really be asking too much for someone on twitter who's really just not it
How you get mad when she don't tеxt back?
'Cause you [?] just friends
They talk about you in thе chats
You wack, now they compare you to their friends
You won't get a single thing from me because I know all you do is pretend
You won't get a single thing from me because I know all you do is pretend

[Chorus: polearm]
Gotta admit, wait, I guess it hurt a little bit
I know I really dropped the ball but I guess it's back right to business
The only things that I need in my life are my bros and my bank and my vices
They say I'm foolish but my money, got 20k in the bank so I'm like fuck it

[Verse 2: sewerperson]
I just got ash on my Vetements, oh
I just put drank on my cardigan, oh
Two 20's fucking on me, both famous
I cannot tell you the difference, oh
And I got 20 on me, for what?
She keep on yelling at me, for what?
Fucking this bitch and she tell me she love me
And tried to [?], for what?
I'ma go left and right
I'ma go fast, go [?]
Popping Off-White and Goyard
I'm in the mall all day like Paul Blart
Smoking on haze like Go-Kart
I pop a perc and my vision go so dark
Freaky bitch on my [?]
She wanna give me that [?]
[Verse 3: Savage Ga$p]
How you gonna change on the game though?
Wet, got drip like a raincoat, uh huh
Jumped out the back of a Benz with a bad lil' bitch, she do what I say so, uh
Leaving [?] bitch in the cold, huh
Kicked up, lit with the bros, huh
How you gon' suck my bro's dick then talk shit 'bout gang, you hoe
Boy, you a group chat rapper
Man, I'm a huge bag-getter
You lookin' stupid cappin' 'bout some shit that didn't happen, uh
Really got me fucked up and, uh
Boy, you getting cucked again, uh
'Cause in the end you a simp and I'm in her DM's sending "yo get a flight", well damn

[Verse 4: Caspr]
Foreign clothes and I'm spending a stack
When I fuck, I'ma break out the back
I'm a fiend like I'm smoking on crack
They look at me, tryna copy the swag
Foreign flight but I think I'ma crash
Fuck you mean, baby, [?]
I got money, [?]
I'm off pills and I can't stand