[Intro: 392 Lil Head]
Lil Head
Yeah
24, 24

[Verse: 392 Lil Head]
Your bitch said I'm God's gift, let me call or text
Yeah, I listened to your tape, that shit all ass
Already know I can't trust you, I'ma fall back
My girl just let me hit a bitch, I got a hall pass
Don't let me catch you in the set, you better haul ass
They gon' convict me for this song 'cause it's all facts
Dukes said I need to buy some books, ordered all MACs
We took some from Kenan and Kel, bitch, we all that
Let's get some jacks, what's your credit doin'?
What's your login? Not Instagram, but your credit union
Boy, I don't catch jacks, I let granny do it
All 2022, we droppin' heavy music
Boy, you can't buy the sauce, you ain't got no pape'
I'm on evеrything, watch that whip, it ain't got no plate
Semaj at the crib cryin', hе ain't got no drank, yeah
Amiri hoodie, this is not no Bape
New season, MX-1s, these some tight jeans
Used to be ass, now I got my own type beats
Ask my dukes, I would've killed Melvin, I ain't Tyrese
Izzo, she still got locs for sale, I'm tryna buy three
Bro, call that bitch, I'm tryna buy some
Always callin' me about some Percs, but don't buy none
You always FaceTimin' hoes, but don't pipe none
N***a always tryna scrap, but you don't like guns?
My bitch always lookin' mad, she don't like nothin'
Boy, the way your breath smell, you don't like gum
Girly said she can't go to jail, she don't like thumbs
Thirty thousand all blues, this a light sum
Dumb bitch, I'm with Malik, I am not a monk
Boy, this that 24 weed, this is not a skunk
Told girly bring forty friends, it's a lot of us
Don't tell me 'bout your n***a, bitch, can't give not a fuck
[Outro]
Bitch, at all
Yeah
24, 24
24, n***a, yeah, 24
2, 24, n***a