[Verse 1]
Bitches ain't shit 2020, I don't trust 'em
And they be sucking dick cause they ain't shit
So motherfuck 'em
I'm rolling up a blunt just tryna act just like it's nothing
If I'm just tryna vibe then you would have to give me something
A motherfucking clip or a motherfucking gun
I'll bust that shit out if you just wanna have some fun
Yung Altima the greatest ever known that'll front
Shoutout 850, without Steele I'd have to front
Yeah I've got that BONES-esque sound they know of
And yeah I got the shit they wanna be full of
But if you wanna argue with me then you gotta throw up
'Cause I will beat your ass like Jem I know you won't show up
I'm packing 'round a tote with a blade like you know of
A motherfucking fiend's all you are you cold fuck
I feel like I'm a star when they see my glow up
From 2017 I was a Pump clone, uh
'Cause I feel like Sloan Raney how I'm coming with the bat
Shit don't make sense 'cause I'm the yung heart attack
If you would fuck with me then I would hear you say slatt
You fucking sipping Tussin when you mix it with the Act
I did that back in the day but that shit is fucking lame
You motherfuckers are just going fucking insane
You wake up in the hospital you can not feel your brain
And then you out there crying you don't know your fucking name
It's kinda sad how you the ones they look up to
And now they wanna be you, see you
And you will be dead soon
I hope to the god, the sky, the sun, and then the fucking moon
That you will make it over, under up to round 2
But do I got hope, I don't know if I do
I just wanted to be just like you too
But now I'm reaching out cause I don't know what to do
And rappers tryna find out how to be Addict number two
27, bitch