[Verse 1]
I love to skate, I love the friends
I'ma fuck this bitch from the back end
I'ma fuck this bitch from the back end
In the trap, whippin', I got packs in
Studio like a traphouse, crackin'
Might prefer tonin' to my bestfriend
I'ma probably put dick in intestines
I'ma probably put dick in intestines
I'm feelin' like a king, champion
Vetements on the pants, champion
I feel like a real n***a, you a mannequin
Walkin' 'cross the sky high, feel like Anakin
Dodgin' bullets all day, I feel like Flanigan
Uh, Gucci and Louis all on my flannels then
Uh, 'Preme all over my 5 Panel, yeah
Used to skateboard back as a kid
Coolin' back at the crib
For the red coach listenin', boy, I'm back at the brib bickin' back
Talkin' dumb, get it in
Choppa stick you like a motherfuckin' pen or a needle or a tack
Bitch, I'm under attack off the Percs, they gon' beat me to death 'cause I love how they feel
Momma scared that I may overdose on the house on the hills with a stomach full of pills
I ain't trippin', I'm just livin'
I fuck her, put her on the ad-libs, ad-hitter
I may just fuck her then add her sister, I'm realer
Adolf with the gun, uh, no Hitler
I'ma ball on they ass, yeah, I'm in her
Left her drunk like Rosé, uh, straight liquor
But I don't need 'em drunk, ah-ha
I ain't Bill Cosby, I'm not that type of guy, uh
Freestyle flows, I can rap, for real
You can catch me boolin' in the trap, for real
They sleep on me, take a nap, for real
And I don't give a fuck where you at, for real
I grew up with them n***as that'll shoot to kill
I feel like Fresh Prince 'cause it's in my will
And I understand what you don't
Uh, I fuck the bitch but you won't, you can't
She a baddie
Paid for her ass so now she got a fatty
Outer-space, high off the Percs, I'm on Saturn
I could fuck yo' bitch and leave, it really don't matter
Try me if you wanna, you can get smoked like Marijuana
Grew up with n***as on the corner
Brother locked up, money on his book, sporters
Chef Boyardee up in the kitchen, cookin' orders
Pimp-slap you, now yo' ass talkin' with a disorder
Huh, movin' money faster than them n***as 'cross the borders
I'm a type of nag who'll burn it down in that order
I'ma ride— (*Mumble*)
She a rider and she feelin' suicidal, uh
Heroin, she gon' put it in her vitals
I'm her hero, but she indecisive, uh
We can have anything, but I don't need a title, uh
Put that on my life, uh, rifle of the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life, rifle of the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life, rifle in the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life
You should be worried 'bout yo' wife, hehe
All these hoes trif'
Feelin' like Lil Yachty, only give her one night
Chicago to LA, I just took the first flight
Try me if you want, trust me, you gon' die
Leave ya traumatized, put that on my life
Talent for days
Off the Percs, fightin', got balance for days
N***as scared to vote, there's a ballet for reasons
I don't give a fuck 'cause it's not my season
Ballin' on these hoes, boy, you know I need it
Ain't on her period, she thought she was bleedin'
Beat it up good and bad at the same damn time
Then done got arrested for the same damn crime
Then I build up on a fuckin' dime
Try me, that's okay, I send a n***a for ya life
Feel like I'm the man, (*Mumble*) right
Buckle up, fuck it, it's gon' be a long ride, uh
[Interlude: Juice WRLD & Chris Long Films]
I'm finna rap on this shit again
Yeah
That beat's fire too, yeah
You think you 'bout it? I'm really 'bout it
(*Mumble*)
Nah, that's fire, yeah
Forget about it
Bro hard as hell with that shit
Forget about it
Said she wanna have my—, uh, forget about it
Say she wanna be my lady, forget about it
Bitch, you gotta be crazy, forget about it, hmm

[Verse 2]
Say she wanna have my baby, forget about it
Say she wanted to be my lady, forget about it
She say she wanna be my lady, forget about it
I just— (*Mumble*) then forget about it
I used to take Xans, fuck 'em then forget about it
Take ya shit about it
Got your whole shit surrounded, you can forget about it
Try me if you really 'bout it, you can forget about it
You that n***a? Well, I doubt it, you can forget about it, uh, uh
First class on they dumb ass, uh, uh
Glowed up on they bum ass, uh, uh
Big blunt, puff, puff, pass, uh, uh
OG, you smoke grass, uh
I remember rollin' mid as a little kid
Now, I'm off the pills on a house in the hills
Never gave a fuck how a fuck-n***a feel
Get up off my dick and let a young n***a live
I'ma do my thing
Married to the money, bought the bitch a weddin' ri-i-ing
I rap, I trap, I sing
Crown me right now, I'm the mo'fuckin' ki-i-ing
N***as want drama, Jerry Spring'
This is real-life beef, we don't do TV-e-e
Gassed up like I'm at BP
Feel like John Cena, these n***as can't see me-e-e
Hell yeah
You don't got Adidas, but I'll give you shells, yeah
Fuck with me, I may just send you straight to Hell, yeah
Ya locked up there forever, you don't got a bail, yeah
In a hotel lookin' for the bellhop
I ain't takin' this luggage upstairs, uh-uh
I ain't takin' this luggage upstairs, bitch, stop
I'ma do the pills 'til my fuckin' jaw lock
Whole time I'ma drop when the fuckin' beat drop
Talkin' shit, you get cooked like a new—, uh, uh
Talkin' shit, I'll make you shine like a new watch
I'on gotta shoot, my brodie bought a new Glock
Rockstar status, grew up in the attic
With my brother in the basement whippin' shit up for the addicts
Makin' money is a habit, everyday I gotta have it
Life is a ass, sometimes you gotta grab it, hehe
I can't manage
Thank God everyday this shit wasn't in the plannin'
Goin' nuts like a brand-new package of the Planters
Feel like I'm Hulk, motherfucker, Bruce Banner
'Cause I'ma ball on these hoes
Do that everyday feelin' like D Rose
Fifty points, fadeaway, try me if you want, whoa
All smoke
L-O-L to the bank, that's a good joke
Run up on me, you get hit, choppa backstroke
Shorty is a freak how she deepthroat
She get lost in the sauce, no Nemo
Hop on my dick like a bike, ride that shit like Deebo
Need a cheat code
G-Money callin' me the cheat code
Makin' music, singin' like the Glee show
Ask yo' bitch, she knows, yeah
I'm not a hero, I'm a villain
So sick, after me, you need some Penicillin
Suck a dick, hell yeah, disrespectful with children
Never gave a fuck, I'm a disrespectful ass children
That's just how it is, that's just who I am
I do what I want, these n***as doin' what they can
Choppa on me, up that Tec—, ooh, hold on
Choppa on me, up it, attach to my arm like Megaman
AK on my hip, I feel like Afghanistan
Fuck her up in sixty second, V-12, many men
But off of the Percs, I could always last
Off of the Percs, I be on her ass
Ballin' so hard, I don't even pass
Leave a pussy n***a leakin', need a Maxi Pad
Harder than a n***a tryna catch a Taxi cab
Call of Duty Uzi, it's a nasty lag, yeah, yeah
Goddamn
(*Mumble*)
I'm high bro, fuck
[Outro]
In the court, "I don't know ya, n***a," hmm
I do not know ya
I do not know ya, I got amnesia
No, I'm not Kodak, I'm not from Magnolia, but boy, I'll kidnap you, don't tease me
She suck my dick, ayy
She suck my dick, yo' bitch can please me
You is a sucka, you is a lollipop
Boy, yeah, R.I.P. to triple X, man