[Verse 1]
I just woke up in a haunted house
Where he watching from
Point him out
I’m the type to walk him down
Don’t care what you talking bout
My mama told me I’m a golden child
Put me on the stage at Rolling Loud
Open my backpack
I’m rolling loud
They talking crazy
Need a foot in mouth
The proof is in the mother
Fuckin pudding now
I start a fire
They won’t put it out
I can’t lose my footing now
I ain’t acting goody two shoes
Acting Cuba Gooding now
I just need my loot
Get up out my way
You better scoot
I need me a boot
So I can kick your ass
And send you to the moon
I’m tryna get zooted
I’m tryna get booted
I’m tryna fuck all on my tutor
Teach me math
Teach me English
Teach me how to fix my fuckin scooter
Cause I broke that shit last June
[Story]
I need someone to teach me how to fix my fucking Bird Scooter bro
Imagine having a personal Bird Scooter
I used to pull up to all the functions
I had a neighbor, he was crazy as HELL bro
He literally grabbed this Bird Scooter off the street, alright?
He like, ripped the GPS shit out of it
Put this, like, redid the wiring
And then it was like, a free Bird Scooter
I used to ride that shit everywhere
But then one day that shit just crashed
I’m pissed off

[Verse 2]
I need a million dollars and a Maybach
And I need that shit in straight cash
They acting like stray rats
I’m finna spray that
You gotta know I’m not the type to play that
I press the button and I’m bout to race past
I roll me up a blunt and I’m about to face that
Bitch you do not look like you gon face the facts
And that’s alright
I am not no judge
I just do my shit and I am never gonna budge
I just speak my truth
The facts I’m never gonna fudge
Bitch why you looking like you just caught the Suds
I roll a blunt
And another blunt
And another blunt
I’m having so much fun
Haha
I’m finna roll another one