[Verse 1]
Don’t get to close to me when I’m off the acid
Yayo on the table, and some blunt ashes
You can't see my eyes behind my designer glasses
I’m sorry I was late I was stuck in traffic
I just mixed my pills on a fruit salad
He talk shit 'bout my school then he got blasted
I was passing blunts during all my classes
Push my fucking Porsche without my seatbelt fastened
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 2]
Fuck a clique, uh, bitch I’m alone
Run it solo uh in my polo
Making bands, uh, with a microphone
Clip so large I don’t gotta reload, uh
Who is he? Uh, that boy unknown
In the jet, I’m switching time zones
In the room, uh, we might overdose
Push them out thе way if they ask for a photo
Oh, oh