[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Mhm, yuh, ayy
Ayy, hol' up

[Chorus: Bryce Hase & wifisfuneral]
Last night, I took a trip off the planet
I know that the drugs doin' damage
Count money then blow, I don't panic
In the polo, the hoes on some fuck shit
So I don't care, yeah, fuck, this shit mean nothing
Life's not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit
Two thots on me, see my heart on me (Ayy, yuh, ayy)
Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party (Uh, ayy, hol' up)

[Verse: wifisfuneral]
I say we should spin the block just like he owe us somethin'
Bad bitch done fucked me for a Birkin, I don't owe her nothin'
I say, "Fuck this rap shit if it's back to this trap shit"
I make a brick, turn out ten like it's magic
I almost broke my fuckin' wrist just to remix out a brick
If our Twitter ain't see shit, that's why my bank account on thick
Meanwhile, you fuck 'round with them jits
Show my double cup too much
Tell me who to trust
My diamonds don't clusterfuck
Little bitches up, [?] when I'm talkin' trust
I smoke this [?], okay, my mind raisin', time shiftin', time takin'
I can't take no high taker, I'm too high lately
I'm too lockjaw and I'm not patient
Baby, fuck with me
I got plug numbers [?] like put some trust on me
What's the word? Would you come and fuck with the kid?
Like, bitch, I'm up 50, this shit just make no sense
My n***as posted with them sticks outside, no protesters