[Intro]
Woah (ね、ゆるしてください)
(Oh, let's go, oh, let's go)
(Oh, let's go, oh, let's go)
(Oh, let's go, oh, let's go, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, oh, let's go)
(Oh, let's go, yeah-yeah, let's go)
(Yeah-yeah, let's go, yeah-yeah, let's go)
Yeah, huh (Yeah-yeah, let's go, yeah-yeah, let's go)

[Chorus]
So many broken mirrors 'round me
Swear I was thinkin' I'm 'bout to go back
The memories do not excite me
Fuck you mean diamonds? Really not that
I don't even trust the squad
They said, "M's ain't shit," they not in my bank
I fuck that lil' bitch on my records
Pull out the covers and pull out ya tracks

[Verse 1]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), huh
Huh (Yeah), huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, so much lies in yo' music
How you gon' cap when you not even did shit? (How you gon' talk?)
Yeah, got a big AR on my shoulder
Mama mad get mad when I talk like that (You ain't totin' that, boy)
Why you [?] (Tryna fuck 'em up)
Need more shots just to break you a sense, uh (Talk about, talk about, bow)
I don't know if you know yet
But I know I'm addicted to shit that you won't even know (Woah, can't even know)
[?] the Wraith, but I call it the Rover (Woah-woah-woah)
If I get mad, I'ma cancel you, ho (Woah, woah)
If I get mad, I'ma cancel my summer (Woah, woah)
Runnin' for president, fuck up the votes
Yeah, it do not matter if I'm in the mode
Huh, fuckin' a bitch and I picked out a vulture
Yeah, eww, not this one (This one), I want that one (That one)
If she bad, then I'm prolly not [?]
You be at home playin' with yourself but, uh
Your lil' girl out chasin' my riches
I ain't even mad but, keep your distance
I ain't doin' right, man, I need some assistance
Fuck on a shorty, she's playin' [?] (Bow, yeah)
Go put a Glock in her bed, tell the bitch, "Can you fit this?" (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
So many broken mirrors 'round me (Yeah)
Swear I was thinkin' I'm 'bout to go back (Uh)
The memories do not excite me
Fuck you mean diamonds? Really not that (Really not that)
I don't even trust the squad
They said, "M's ain't shit," but they not in my bank (Woah-woah-woah-woah)
I fuck that lil' bitch on my records
Pull out the covers and pull out ya, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So many broken mirrors 'round me
Swear I was thinkin', yeah, yeah, yeah ('Bout to go, 'bout to go, 'bout to go back)
The memories do not excite me
Fuck you mean diamonds? Really not that (Yeah)
I don't even trust the squad
They said, "M's ain't shit," but they not in my bank (They not in my bank)
I just fuck that lil' bitch on my records
Pull out the covers and pull out ya tracks, yeah-yeah, yeah (Just wan' pull 'em)

[Verse 2]
One more verse for the fans that I really like (Yeah)
Why ya hands in yo' pants? You ain't finna fight (D-d-d-d-d-don't)
I don't even know her
But I might just steal her heart like the Grammys and kill a mic (Yeah-yeah, let's go)
Heard she want a new man and you ain't treat her right (No)
Heard she want good dick, she not feelin' pipe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, all my hoes get [?] right
Boss up, boy [?] can I make her mine? (Go, go, go, go, go, go)
I swear they don't like the kid
That's why I be runnin' this business (Yeah, you know I been keepin' my business)
I swear they don't like the kid
That's why I be runnin' these shows (Yeah)
Rock out like fifty K, I got like fifty K bands
And I'm missin' the checks and the notes (Doot-doot, doot-doot, doot)
I might go doot-doot-doot (Doot-doot-doot)
We might just shoot at you (Yeah-yeah)
Pick out that boy and we send his ass home, huh (Oh yeah)
[Outro]
(Pick 'em down)
(Send his ass home, yeah)