[Part 1]

[Verse 1: Tropes]
I wish you could get it all
Fuck that shit forget it all
You ain't see me in the woods
You ain't see me in the mall
You ain't see me here at all
It’s your memory that's playing tricks
Ain’t that shit for kids tho? Go and play a bitch
(Throw that bitch in the air, ooh yah)
And you had it
And he soft like pillow, soft like a la mode
I’m just tryna chill tho, who else tryna roll?
Old bitch gave me wisdom, it’s untoppable
They said helping me is done, it’s impossible
And I could let you off the hook but there’s a lot of em
Smoking pot of gold, smoking pot of luck
Let's go watch a show, it’s my favorite one
Get out of your home, lets go chop it up
But I can’t go out right now cuz I look chopped as fuck

[Verse 2: heartstopmiami]
Don’t come back yeah
Don’t come back for the smoke, you had it last yеar
Me and the gang going through it, it’s been a bad year
Shе only know me by my artist name k like yeah
I’m off gas, oh my god i can’t see straight
Fly to montreal, stuck in overlay
I told Zuly, “yeah that hoe chips like lays”
At the casino with my own chips, self made
He think he number one, he like number eight
I made a dharma tape with bae, i’m like #namaste
And i’m like driver speed it up, cus we can't be late
They hating on me when i'm down, they just pulling rank
So when i’m up i’ll send it back yeah, how it taste?
New strap, oh my god, i still got the case
Me and Tropes go out at midnight, they can’t see our face
Hit up gang for the play, what we doing today?
[Part 2]

[Verse: Tropes & heartstopmiami]
Whoa, whoa
Uh-huh x6
Asking for the cash, got a boat load
That shit made me mad, seeing rojo
We the rap game Schmoyoho
Gotta blast, ain’t no time for a photo
Calvin sent beats to my phone
Stu time running out, i’m like oh no
She keep sucking dick, i’m like hold on
I’m stuck in the GTA prologue
I’m just tryna crash on a sofa
Take a bitch out for some boba
They be hating but they don’t know us
You think that you're better, come show us
Two of every bitch like Noah
I couldn’t even yell, mouth sewn up
Planet Z shit, stacking like a snowman
I’ma pack his shit, I’ma pwn him
They know i’m a worthy opponent
Smoking gas, let it burn, fuck the ozone
I just want a sip of water like Frozone
She in my DM’s asking me for Oxycodone
Yah, betty tweaking
I don’t wanna go no more, bitch i’m leaving
If you try to punch me in the face, bitch i’m weaving
Sat in the sun on the weekend
Getting loud on the mic, this shit peaking
Peeking over his shoulder, I’m cheating
I hope none of my fans gatekeeping
I hope none of my fans gatekeeping
I don’t love you no more, yeah we beefing
On a journey, don’t stop believing