[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Mhm, mhm
Yeah, mhm
Till I'm dead, yeah, till I'm dead
For real, till I'm dead
Huh? Hmm?

[Hook]
I got plenty options, I don't know which one to choose
Pull up Sport Plus, shit lookin' like Neph flew
Walk up on some bullshit, but you already knew
Bitch, these Diors on my feet, these ain't no Jimmy Choos
Girl, I feel like Pop Smoke, the way I shake the room
She like, "What you doin?" Babygirl, I'm hittin' licks
Slide through the paint like I'm Shaq, I might break the rim
They doin' all that dick eatin', but they ain't sayin' shit

[Verse]
All them goddamn lies, they tryna make a hit
Till I'm dead, baby, I'mma pop my shit
Till I'm dead, feel likе [?] with the mop stick
Till I'm dead, get out my sleep, baby, and pop shit
I'm sorry to tеll you to your face that girl, you not shit
I'm off the Hendog, I'm gettin' woozy, baby
Glock'll make him shrug his shoulders like he Uzi, baby
She like, "Neph, you got plans? What you doin' baby?"
You ain't gotta tell me what you doin', I know what you doin', baby
Till I'm dead, baby, I'mma pop my shit
Yeah, till I'm dead, you ain't gotta ask if I got my glick
Till I'm dead, I'mma ride around with that two-tone glick
Baby like, "Why you always on some bullshit?"
"How the hell you got that za pack?" I flew it in
Audi A6 boat, that's what I'm coolin' in
That's a prop gun, point it, n***a, shoot it then
Lil bitch ain't pay shit, I flew her in
What you did today? A lot of licks
Opps got my name in they mouth, eatin' a lot of dick
Pardon me, I'm rollin', booted as a bitch
Too Tuff Tone walked in, he got a two tone stick
I'm with Brainstorm, he got a chain on
Load that beat up, n***a, I'm puttin' pain on it
Where that backwood at? I'm boutta put top strain on it
Got off my flight, jumped in that fucker, this not the same foreign
Take a deal where? Tell the A&R he can suck my dick
Sahbabii Nephew, way I pull up with that fuckin' stick
You ain't talkin' money, don't talk my phone though, we can't talk 'bout shit
[Hook]
I got plenty options, I don't know which one to choose
Pull up Sport Plus, shit lookin' like Neph flew
Walk up on some bullshit, but you already knew
Bitch, these Diors on my feet, these ain't no Jimmy Choos
Girl, I feel like Pop Smoke, the way I shake the room
She like, "What you doin?" Babygirl, I'm hittin' licks
Slide through the paint like I'm Shaq, I might break the rim
They doin' all that dick eatin', but they ain't sayin' shit