[Intro]
(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)
(Hahahahahaha)
(Solxmn)

[Chorus]
(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)
Got me so in love, can't get any closer
Might've took me a minute, I need closure (Closure)
Not a nice guy, know I can't get any colder, huh
I'm 'bout to switch up the sound 'cause I got older (Solxmn, bitch)
Remember I used to rock Nike (Nike)
Took his bitch and fucked her good, now he wanna fight me
I used to be broke, now I'm countin' that shit slightly (Woah)
Fifty bands in my pocket, grip it tightly
Said I ain't love you (Bitch), but you didn't take that lightly
Smoking dope and countin' racks, wish you was like me
Yeah, told her I'm a star, you can see mе shinin' brightly
Hope my son grow up and he wanna be likе me (Yeah)

[Verse]
Know you feel it, yeah
Know that I'm the realest, yeah
I get so damn high, got me feeling like a ceiling fan
Think it's time to let her go, I know I ain't ready though
I wanna pull up, baby, you just gotta let me now
Maybach, that bitch two-tone (Bitch)
(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)
My wrist be on two tones
Salad balled up in my pocket, I ain't talkin' croutons
Huh, last year I was so gone
She tellin' me I gotta move on
Get kicked to the curb, bitch, put the shoes on
Eating Ruth's Chris, this ain't banchan, banchan (Solxmn)
I rock nice clothes, bankroll
"'Sup?" Yeah, the same old (Woah)
Still rock the same clothes (Woah)
Still fuck the same hoes (Yeah)
LA, really livin', yeah (Woah)
I got stars up in the ceiling, yeah
I went from down bad to the riches, yeah (Woah)
Never seen this type of chicken, yeah
[Bridge]
(Yeah, woah)
(Hahaha)
(Ha, woah)
(Yeah)
(Bitch)

[Chorus]
(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)
Got me so in love, can't get any closer (No)
Might've took me a minute, I need closure (Closure)
Not a nice guy, know I can't get any colder, huh (Woah)
I'm 'bout to switch up the sound 'cause I got older (Solxmn, bitch)
Remember I used to rock Nike (Nike)
Took his bitch and fucked her good, now he wanna fight me
I used to be broke, now I'm countin' that shit slightly (Woah)
Fifty bands in my pocket, grip it tightly‎‎
Said I ain't love you (Bitch), but you didn't take that lightly
Smoking dope and countin' racks, wish you was like me
Yeah, told her I'm a star, you can see me shinin' brightly
Hope my son grow up and he wanna be like me (Yeah), huh