[Intro: Mac Demarco, $ignificance]
"-Simply being alive has been rough
Know she won't be gone forever
There are many times I find it feels that way-"

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

[Verse 1: $ignificance]
I swear
I feel like a John Doe
The bitches ain't hitting my phone, no
So I expose myself to the old hoes
The love that I'm searching can't find, no

[Verse 2: $ignificance]
I'm blowing my smoke
Pipe made from oak
Like coffee and mocha
My demons awoke, shall not provoke
Think I'm gon' rogue
Need bitches from Vogue
Call up my folk, but nothing was spoke
Relationship broke
Weed make me choke
Fucked up on Coke
She said imma, 'joke'
She think imma joke
Yeah, woah

[Chorus: $ignificance]
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch
On a fake bitch, wit' some fake tits, and some fake lips, got 'em fake hips
No, she ain't shit
Nah, nah
No, she ain't shit
No
(Yeah,)

[Verse 3: $ignificance]
You need to teach what was taught
They tryna cope what I bought
Still out here smoking my pot
Start digging this skinny ass thot
Concerned?
I'm probably not
I swear
We'll never get caught, never get dropped, never get knocked, never take loss
Still up on top
Still won't talk to a cop
I promise the Glock is a prop
Bitch gimme top, til' I'm gon' drop, til' I say stop
She don't wanna stop
She think that I'm hot
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

[Chorus: $ignificance]
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch
Balled out on a bad bitch

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah