[Intro: Scottie 2 Hotty & Lukas Graham]
Once, I was seven years old, my mama told me
"Go make yourself some friends, or you'll be lonely"
Once, I was seven years old (Grrah)
[?]
(Oi, Bullo)

[Chorus]
Mama asked how I been feeling (Grrah)
Tuckin' my gun (Grrah), I ain't got no feelings (Grrah, grrah)
Been in my bag, moving like a bro (Bro)
Gun jam up, she get swiped with the pole (Baow)
Thought you loved me, [?] you doubted me (Grrah)
Gave you proof, why would you lie to me? (Baow, baow)
Big top five, and I hit like a lottery
Big top five (Big top five), and I'm straight out of poverty
Mama asked how I been feeling (Damn)
Tuckin' my gun, I ain't got no feelings (On God)
Been in my bag, moving like a bro (Grrah)
Gun jam up, she get swiped with the pole (Grrah, grrah)
Thought you loved me, [?] you doubted me (Grrah)
Gave you proof, why would you lie to me? (Baow, baow)
Big top five, and I hit like a lottery
Big top five (Big top five), and I'm straight out of poverty

[Verse]
Ayo, Yus, pass the knock
Ab Da Jet, he gon' pull up and 'oot (Whoopty)
Me and Sha, two deep, gon' pull up in coupes
Big F.E.B, when we pull up, salute
[?] love with a gun
Put a switch on a blick, watch her run
Bitches be talkin', but they never did nun (Grrah)
Scottie 2 Hotty, moving like a Nun (Grrah, grrah)
[?] (Damn)
Move out of line, you get put in a plate (Grrah)
Move out of line, you get hit with the stick (Like what?)
Move out of line, you get put in your place (Like how?)
Stay off the streets, yo, bro, pick up his brain
One false move, he got put into pain (Baow)
Stay off the streets, yo, bro, pick up his brain (Baow)
One false move, he got put into pain (Baow, baow, baow)
[Chorus]
Mama asked how I been feelin' (Feelin')
Tuckin' my gun (Grrah), I ain't got no feelings (Grrah)
Been in my bag, moving like a bro (Like what)
Gun jam up, she get swiped with the pole (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Thought you loved me, [?] you doubted me (Grrah)
Gave you proof, why would you lie to me? (Baow, baow)
Big top five, and I hit like a lottery
Big top five (Big top five), and I'm straight out of poverty
Mama asked how I been feeling (Grrah)
Tuckin' my gun, I ain't got no feelings
Been in my bag, moving like a bro (Grrah)
Gun jam up, she get swiped with the pole
(Fuck love) Thought you loved me, [?] you doubted me (Grrah)
Gave you proof, why would you lie to me? (Grrah)
Big top five, and I hit like a lottery (Damn)
Big top five (Big top five), and I'm straight out of poverty (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Outro: Scottie 2 Hotty & Lukas Graham]
Once, I was seven years old, my mama told me (Scottie 2 Hotty, who hotter than me? You heard?)
"Go make yourself some friends, or you'll be lonely" (Big F.E.B, cheeks)
Once, I was seven years old