[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, fuck

[Chorus]
I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pussy to do it
Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with the Rolls, I'm a nuisance
I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause no one will do shit
Ayy, no one will do shit, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "Fuck that"
Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback
Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going whatever, don't look back
Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag

[Verse 1]
I'm like, "Huh, why? Huh, can you leave me 'lone?"
I don't wanna get a tastе, but you around the globe
Why? Why? This ain't what I hoped
I don't tеll nobody shit, I'm hiding behind the clout
Why? Huh, why? R.I.P. Uzi and R.I.P. [Jay?]
This shit get harder to cope every day
I just think 'bout my dad when I fed me a play
Go up, go down, it's a two-way street
Go up, go down, it's a two-way— damn
You was tweakin' like shit if you thought you the man
Pop out to the show, I got brand-new stands
[Bridge]
Pop out to the show, man, I love my fans
Huh, what? Ayy, what?
I don't got much to say, I don't really like Xans
I'll go whenever, I don't gotta spend
New clique, gotta cop brand-new pants
Chrome with the hoodie, Dior on the pants
Remember the days I was still wearin' Vans
(Huh, those days weren't that bad)
What? Huh, what, what, what, what, what? (Del-Delta)

[Verse 2]
I copped me new drip, don't like the pictures, I'll post what I want
Copped a gun just for the fashion, he a civ', no weeds in front
Ayy, it's anybody's world if you thinkin' about it
So, fuck it, just do what you want
Ayy, just fuck it, just do what you do
They make me, they make you
Cough my lungs out, I'm like, "Fuck," this shit feelin' like I got the flu
Don't tell me that we through, don't tell me that we fucked up
That's a point of view, I'm kickin' shit with my lil' bro in my Mihara boots
I'm bein' honest, hell yeah, I'm sad, you just told me, "Hell yeah, I'm sad too"
I just hit London, hell yeah, I'm mad, tryna figure out where we just rendezvous
Look through my mind, man, I been tortured, but fuck it, I'll get me a bag too
Ha-ah, uh, what?
[Chorus]
I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pussy to do it
Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with the Rolls, I'm a nuisance
I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause no one will do shit
Ayy, no one will do shit, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "Fuck that"
Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback
Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going whatever, don't look back
Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag