[Verse 1: Tropes]
Oh, flying to the other coast
Let the people know
I don't gotta say to show
But I can't see them though
All this shit in my display, but I don't play yuh
I just wanna fuckin chill every day yuh

[Verse 2: heartstopmiami]
I think she's a dick, I don't talk to that bitch
They know who I am, do the walk in that bitch
Pray I don't get caught, cus this Glock got a switch
She said "What you think?" that's the thing, I can't think
Wonder what she thinks... that's the thing, I can't think
Can't roll up in here, cus the thing is I got fiends
She call me a queen, cus i act like a queen
My fault, i jus wanna feel seen

[Verse 3: Tropes]
I just climbed a tree, I got sap on my jeans
They don't rock with me, they won't tap in with me
They lookin at me, like what happened to me
Fuck that restaurant, why they taxing on me?
I wag my dick like a tail
Oh, I got guap in the mail
I was walking with the dead like Dale
Y'all some bitch made lames like Spails
[Verse 4: heartstopmiami]
Bitch made lames don't know shit about the gang
Just because you been around, it don't mean that I like you gang
Ima take yo face away, like some accutane
I don't have no shit to say, zaza keep me sane
New jeans yuh, and i love how they tuck
New weed yuh, different high, I get stuck
Goofy ass kid with yo fuck ass truck
Feel like 6ix9ine, blicky got the stiffy, uh
If she want me, that's wassup, I don't really give a fuck
We almost there homie, keep ya hopes up