[Intro]
I was in that Trackhawk, on that black top (Swerve)
I made fifty bands, on this laptop (Fifty)
Bitches fallin' out, they jumpin' in like this was hopscotch (Falling out)
Apparently twizzy empty the whole mag (Whew), they catch some soup now (Whew)
Soup (Whew)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I wasn't thinking bout no homicide, I was thinking about getting high (High)
Wasn't even fucking that bitch, that bitch just happy to ride (Yeah)
Yeah, I was on the ecstasy they heard my shit, they cry (Yeah)
Twizzy down the way, but he got blicks, that boy gon' slide (Whew, whew, whew, whew)
I'm not talking bout this chicken for no reason, we get right
Your bitch a good girl during the week, but on the weekend bitch gon' slide (Whew, whew, whew, whew)
I wasn't thinking bout no homicide, I was thinking 'bout getting high (High)
Yeah, they don't know the kid (Kid), mob ties (Mob)
I was just fucking this bitch, then she gave me some lil mop top (Mop top)
Everything I ever did was on my time (My time)
All these times I, uh, fucked around, got me iced out (Iced out)
I was in that Trackhawk, on that black top (Swerve)
I made fifty bands, on this laptop (Fifty)
Bitches fallin' out, they jumpin' in like this was hopscotch (Falling out)

[Verse]
Apparently twizzy empty the whole mag (Whew), they catch some soup now (Whew)
Soupy, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup (Yeah)
Yeah, soupy, yeah, soup, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup (Let's go)
Yeah, soupy, yeah, soupy, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup (Yeah, let's go)
Yeah, soup, goated like lil soup (Let's go), yeah, goated like lil soupy (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I wasn't thinking bout no homicide, I was thinking about getting high (High)
Wasn't even fucking that bitch, that bitch just happy to ride (Yeah)
Yeah, I was on the ecstasy they heard my shit, they cry (Yeah)
Twizzy down the way, but he got blicks, that boy gon' slide (Whew, whew, whew, whew)
I'm not talking bout this chicken for no reason, we get right
Your bitch a good girl during the week, but on the weekend bitch gon' slide (Whew, whew, whew, whew)
I wasn't thinking bout no homicide, I was thinking 'bout getting high (High)
Yeah, they don't know the kid (Kid), mob ties (Mob)
I was just fucking this bitch, then she gave me some lil mop top (Mop top)
Everything I ever did was on my time (My time)
All these times I, uh, fucked around, got me iced out (Iced out)
I was in that Trackhawk, on that black top (Swerve)
I made fifty bands, on this laptop (Fifty)
Bitches fallin' out, they jumpin' in like this was hopscotch (Falling out)