[Chorus]
It's too late, uh, I-I don't got a date (Ah)
I don't feel no pain
Did like ten lines to the face (Face)
Push like ten racks to the bank, and (Bank)
Fuck do you mean?
Fuck is you even saying?
That bitch whine, she was playing
And I'm posted in the field
I feel like navy seal
And reality ain't real
Not no quarter cuts, like deal?
Situation not ideal, oh yeah we gon make it work
Got four beacons in my basement, you still building shit with dirt
High as hell, tell out
Gumball, tripped out (Haha)
Give me five minutes to go get my grip out
I-if it's civil war, then lеmme six out
You fucking crossed the linе
Shoot him once, like who's a bitch now?

[Verse 1]
Rock out, uh uh
You a Sell out, uh uh
FN five-seven in my hand, that shit go (*gunshots*)
You ain't ever go wake shit u-up
High really on mushrooms, so that shit (*bark bark*)
[Chorus]
It's too late, uh, I-I don't got a date (Ah)
I don't feel no pain
Did like ten lines to face
Push like ten racks to bank
Fuck do you mean?
Fuck is you even saying?
That bitch whine, she was playing
And I'm posted in the field
I feel like navy seal
And reality ain't real
Not no quarter cuts, like deal?
Situation not ideal, oh yeah we gon make it work
Got four beacons in my basement, you still building shit with dirt

[Outro]
Gumball, six out, whos a bitch now