[Verse 1: Rylo]
I done seen some scammers go get rich off a computer
I done seen hard times turn a dealer to a user
Cut him off, he ain’t stab me in my back, lil’ bro, but you was
Money on his head so he don’t drive, he like to Uber
Pull up right beside me, get to sprayin’ at the drop off
Three inside a Fanta, I’m gonna sue Hi-Tec if I cough
Tiger Woods gifted, bought some earrings, size of golf balls
Only time it seem like when we pray, we go to court
Only time we shot a switch for none’ was on The Fourth (4th of July)
Who told you trappin’ dead, wеnt checked his eyеs, they had a pulse
Some n***as died, they cried, but you was in the field, you just was tough
Think you 'bout to repass, we’ll turn a opp to Cooper Kupp
Think you 'bout to repass, we’ll turn a opp to Andrew Luck
She wan’ go and sit down on a date, bae, I might stand you up
We got everything he say he want, that’s how you reel him in
They treat Veeze like J.J. McCarthy when he in Michigan
IG Model, tryna get her out my hair so I pay for her wig
So many bills, I had to bury some, I feel like Stefon Diggs
I ain’t mad at her for how it panned out, knew she was fanned out (Yeah)
We had to run, I been passed the baton, still got yo’ hand out

[Chorus: Rylo]
You can’t charge me for things I don’t know for
Sell me dreams, I won’t go for
Got a million followers but she broke, she doing promos
10K on Bottega fit, you wouldn’t even know, it don’t got no logos
[Verse 2: Veeze]
I still pray to God, for what it’s worth
Nowadays, live on Sunday way more than church
Young n***as, half my age gettin’ early hursts
My Fanta like a early grave, I’m just droppin’ dirty
Streets got my heart purple, never joined the service
Ridin’ hot, the narcs lurkin’, we still get merch in
Close your mouth when I’m talkin’, it’s the time for learnin’
Might not be real as you say, you went and got you an attorney
I got a pill problem, still ain’t tried to solve it
Get a pint, ripped the top off, it [?]
My drug habit toxic, think I need a doctor
I’m the hardest whiteboy from the D, I changed my name to Marshall
Ganger sellin’ white-girl but it ain’t Gwen Stefani
I’m a gold level snake but I don’t rock Versace
Just like phonics and phoenix, my P be silent
Slime a n***a, I don’t need it, I’m like, “I still got it.”
My bitch say she gon’ leave me, I better clean up my act
Said that shit a million times but this time, it sounded different
I tried sleepin’ without lean and I keep waking up sweatin’
Ho, you don't know my gram so piped up, I keep waking up richer
She never felt a million, told her rub on my back
You gave that ho yo’ last, now tell me, where they do that at?
That perky got me itchin’, bet I need me a back scratcher
I’m geeked up, don’t need food, I’m eatin’ these racks
[Chorus: Rylo]
You can’t charge me for things I don’t know for
Sell me dreams, I won’t go for
Got a million followers but she broke, she doing promos
10K on Bottega fit, you wouldn’t even know, it don’t got no logos
You can’t charge me for things I don’t know for
Sell me dreams, I won’t go for
(Got a million followers but she broke, she doing promos
10K on Bottega fit, you wouldn’t even know, it don’t got no logos)