[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus:DatBoy Keiston]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
N***as tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs (Hah)
'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yeah, sticks in the air
I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 1:DatBoy Keiston]
N***as claim they gang, oh nah you ain't family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Woah)
I gave it to her 'cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin' (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I'm leavin' him leakin' (Uh-huh)
I'm shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don't do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it'll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I'ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin'
Smokin' this kush got my eyes Japanese-in'
I gave her defense, she take no offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I'm in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real n***a business, don't get involved (Yeah)
Ain't yo business, bitch I'm a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it's all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I'm on top, ooh, they surrounding (I'm on top)
[Chorus:DatBoy Keiston]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
N***as tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs (Hah)
'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off (Grra, grra, grra)
Yeah, sticks in the air
I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 2:Juice WRLD]
I drop a three in the 20 I'm leanin'
I put a light on my gun and it's beamin'
That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, 'cause she swallow my semen
I don't want pints of the Wock' bitch I need it
I don't need Perkys but damnit I'm fiendin'
Your n***a told you he richer than me I said, "Wake up lil' n***a you know that you dreamin'"
Woah-oh
I'm in my prime, tick tock
Look at the time, big Glock
That is a .9, get off
Takin' off like NASA, huh
Finna give you left right like Cassius, huh
Everyday I wake up cashin', huh
In the bitch pussy I'm splashin', huh
Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
She do the yayo for fashion
It is designer, my fabric
I'm really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin', yeah
Goin' through it, they recorded me pullin' up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
Don't got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin'
Got my gun aimin' at any rat movin'
Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
If you don't like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
Leave yo head off your body, I'll chop it like suey
I've come to realize that I rule the world right now
And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
It's my life, it's my world
It's your bitch? Fuck it, now that's my girl
[Chorus:DatBoy Keiston]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
N***as tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs (Hah)
'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off (Grra, grra, grra)
Yeah, sticks in the air
I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe