[Chorus: Viizzi]
I just sit alone in my room
Battling these thoughts that just try to consume me
If you really gotta make a choice
Then you better make sure you don't choose me

[Post-Chorus: Viizzi]
I hate the weather and I've been better
I've been grinding on my own steady getting cheddar
They hate? Whatever, I tote Berettas
I be getting all this money while they gettin' madder
I hate the wеather and I've been bettеr
I've been grinding on my own steady getting cheddar
They hate? Whatever, I tote Berettas
I be getting all this money while they gettin' madder

[Verse 1: Viizzi]
Bands up, bitch, I throw my bands up
I run in yo' trap house, you gon' put your hands up
Stick up for yourself, you're a pussy, you should man up
Don't be acting tough when they pullin' out a camera
You won't ever get away, spilling blood like every day
I be gettin' money and I get that shit in every way
Hit him like a heavyweight, but I used a shotgun
Brodie bleeding out, he gon' die in the hot sun
[Verse 2: Dylan Longworth]
Dyin' in the hot sun, sick of the weather
Gon' make it better if I pop one
Rock in a prezzy and I feel just like a rockstar
No one will fuck with me
Yeah, you won't touch me, I'm bar soap
Makin' my way to the top and you're just wash-throat
Bands up, I'ma throw my motherfuckin' money up
Split this blunt up, uh-oh, you think this is funny, ah
Ain't put together, I hate the weather
Won't live forever, yeah, gettin' better

[Chorus: Viizzi]
I just sit alone in my room
Battling these thoughts that just try to consume me
If you really gotta make a choice
Then you better make sure you don't choose me

[Post-Chorus: Viizzi]
I hate the weather and I've been better
I've been grinding on my own steady getting cheddar
They hate? Whatever, I tote Berettas
I be getting all this money while they gettin' madder
I hate the weather and I've been better
I've been grinding on my own steady getting cheddar
They hate? Whatever, I tote Berettas
I be getting all this money while they gettin' madder