[Intro]
(I should probably go, it's getting late)
(Cullen)

[Verse 1: Iayze]
Hop in that beam, I gotta go
I got the Feins knockin' at the door
New red beam will wipe his nose
New red beam, I'm on a roll
Mo–More than three when I'm in the Rolls
Mo–Morbid scene when I let it blow
She wanna fuck, like okay, cool, let's go
I done came up, no more sellin' dope
I get my nut then I gotta go
"You rude as fuck", I already know
Tune the bitch out, send her back home
Flew the bitch out, flew her back home
I play that shit like I don't want her no more
Play that bi' like 64, Nintendo
12 mad, they like, "What is yo' tint on?"
Getting mad, I'm like what is this bitch on?
Gotta be yours because I do benzos
Flip that lil' ho, she get flipped like flip phone
Hop out that car, pop a shot, get ripped on
Feel like talkin' 'til my Glock get ripped on
I'ma crack out 'til my top get shit on
Money on me that's like everyday
Hop in the SRT then get on
[Verse 2: Mixed Matches]
Give me everything
A fucked up mile away
I follow it back again, with every word I say
I'm too far away
To laugh it off today
I wanted to remain
When I can't remember your name