[Verse: Retro Messiah & Kobelocks]
Livin’ life just like a rebel
Tryna make this money
Double dip my swag just like a shovel
Try me; it’s gon’ be some trouble
She know I know that she lookin’
Her ass soft like soft cushion
Everyday I’m smokin’ Kush
And everyday I’m low-key juggin’

Pull up to yo function. I know that you see me
All these n***as Js, yeah. So I call ‘em Stevie
Diamonds skatin’. Got ‘em hatin’. I just hit an indie
She gon’ be on my dick when she see me in all this Fendi

Ayy! Random hoes know me. But let’s keep that low-key
Ayy! I get currency. Hmm! Quite efficiently
Yeah! You got misdemeanors. But we got felonies
So I cannot be within 50 feet of weaponry

Smoke good Gas with my kinfolk
Hit the little hoe on tempo
“Gotta get the guap.”; that’s the motto
Everybody give it up for Pablo

Pablo got the pounds in the Taho
I’m in Calico with your main hoe
I’m Michael. You Jermaine though
Gotta get the queso; peso
N***as be tryna act hard. But they know we’ll pull your card
How you got money with your fake Goyard?
Boy, ya ass ain’t on. Boy, ya ass just fraud
Fucked yo hoe, then she lied on God
Said “what’s up”. Then she gave me the nod
After all that, she got passed to the squad
And I didn’t even notice it. But she was kinda hot

K-O-B-E!
Yo hoe know it’s me
Hot boy in the streets
Trap phone; totin’ heat

All you n***as hate
They broke; can’t relate
Why is Thrasher on your body when you--
You don’t even skate?