[Intro]
K2, bitch, they had me one, smoking again, n***a, hahaha
(Swi-Swishrr beats, cash money shit)

[Chorus]
Yeah, crashout dummy, yeah, stick all on me
Yeah, I'm so lonely
Yeah, countin' these racks up, yeah, by my lonely
Yeah, she eat meat up, yeah, like Baloney
Yeah, fuck my head up, yeah, why you blow me off?
We could of went somewhere else, we could've been something else
You don't know how that felt, I dived in like Michael Phelps
I'm fucked up, can't you tell? My uncle's still in jail
All of the shit I've done, I know that I'm going to hell
But I'm still praying to God, I hope he can see
That I'm not that person that I used to be
I do fake shit on purpose to feel out of reach

[Verse]
Don't let 'em know what you're doing next, that's what I can teach you
[When my weight said it start in five?], I can't sit on the bleachers
And I'm still having talks with God, but I won't see a preacher
I fuck with lil' shawty vibe, but I think she a leecher, I don't know
Shit, hella snakes inside the grass, I hope I don't get bit
N***as said they wanted smoke, well that's when we hop out, Blitz
Ride 'round, I'm in the big ass Tonka truck, this bit' here sitting
[Chorus]
Yeah, crashout dummy, yeah, stick all on me
Yeah, I'm so lonely
Yeah, countin' these racks up, yeah, by my lonely
Yeah, she eat meat up, yeah, like Baloney
Yeah, fuck my head up, yeah, why you blow me off?
We could of went somewhere else, we could've been something else
You don't know how that felt, I dived in like Michael Phelps
I'm fucked up, can't you tell? My uncle's still in jail
All of the shit I've done, I know that I'm going to hell
But I'm still praying to God, I hope he can see
That I'm not that person that I used to be
I do fake shit on purpose to feel out of reach