[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy!

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION & Craig Xen]
Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can’t never lack, uh
Use the club, if you hit a lick, can’t run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no bitch, how you do that? Uh
Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk wack, uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat this shit, ayy, run it back
If I'm in yo' hood and see you, bitch, ayy, run it back (Woo!)
Pistols have him running like a fuckin' running-back

[Verse 2: Craig Xen]
Aye, run it back, run it, run it back (Where he at!?)
Heard that heat was cold, pump him on the place
One step, ayy, shoot that fuck n***a for his sack, let him flex
Pussy try to cap, check his motherfucking stats
Ain't shit changed but the ring on my
Middle fucking finger, I bleed on 'em, baow
Heard him sneak dissin' on my team, not gon' lie
Aye, hit him for the piece, snatch that bling on him

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Fool me, you try me you’ll lose ya hopscotch, mm
My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys," uh (Ayy-ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, uh (Ayy!)
Cut a opp, not no fucking mom want dead guys, uh
I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, mmm (Ayy!)

[Outro: XXTENTACION]
Ayy!
Ayy!