[Intro]
(It’s high noon)
(BOY-)

[Chorus]
Blew a bag up in New York, I ain't talking bout the siege
Fuck her once that ain't my whore, but she act like she know me
I've been counting all the green, five-seven to his spleen
Yeah, boy I keep a 17, I ain't even seventeen
Boy, I'm off designer drugs, so I got designer dreams
I'm like, “Who bro in the back?”, I can feel him eying me
I can feel 'em trying me, look like he dying B

[Verse]
All of my n***as some millionaires
See they dress so- (I got the video, I got the vidеo)
I call up Lil' O, he keep them poles, that’s my plus onе
I got too much hoes up in my phone, I can't even name one
That boy steady watching all my moves, he tryna take some (Yeah)
Hanging with FreeMasons
Slash- slash, bitch, I'm Jason
Bitch I'm in the stu', I'm baking
Bad ass hoe got pretty face
Wonder how that bitch look naked
Wonder how that bitch gon' taste
I get chips no Frito Lay
You wan' run up? Not okay
[Refrain]
You wan run up? Not okay

[Chorus]
Blew a bag up in New York, I ain't talking bout the siege
Fuck her once that ain't my whore, but she act like she know me
I've been counting all the green, five-seven to his spleen
Yeah, boy I keep a 17, I ain't even seventeen
Boy, I'm off designer drugs, so I got designer dreams
I'm like, “Who bro in the back?”, I can feel him eying me
I can feel 'em trying me, look like he dying B