[Intro]
Yeah
Yuki why do you have to be like this?

[Chorus]
Yeah, making these bands, of course
Yeah you beef online like a dork
Had to make them bands I was poor
Pour up an 8, I don't pour no 4's
Had the boy running like he was Forest
Yeah we got them guns like the core
Had the boy scared he was indoors
Walk in the trap, yeah, guns galore
Shoot an opp, yeah, I love the gore
Yeah we up bro, check the score
Leave an opp wet yeah, like a shore
Said you richer than me, are you sure?
Huh, yeah, that's so absurd
Make more then you and that's assured
Your homie dead yeah he on a T-shirt
They say "Tyler you too immature"
Moncler coat, and it got the fur
Ant be ridin' round with them birds
Cops come then we not pulling over
Smoking gas I'm not sober
Yeah I cannot focus
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, y-y-y-y-y-y
Put an opp on best gore
Talking down then we ready for war
Keep the weapons like the Kids Next Door
100 bitches, yeah, me they adore
Talking that shit til I'm up at your door
Glock put the boy up on a dancefloor
Headshot, now he dead on the floor
Dead before the ambulance came of course
Making this money, of course of course
Fucked on your hoe, of course of course
They so broke, of course of course
This lean not no Coors, of course
Yeah, told the bitch come over, yeah cause I was bored
Been on my bullshit since I was born
Bad bitch with me and that bitch do porn
I don't need her, no she not important
No I am not with none of that pretend
Yeah, talk shit turn you to a past tense
Run in his crib, yeah I jumped his fence
Sent some shots dropped him and his friends
YSL and it came from France
Spent a lot, yeah, on these pants
Why you do that? Yeah cause I can
And I know that you really can't
They be hating but they really just fans
Me and Yuki yeah we did it again
Run down and you don't stand a chance
Bullet go right through his head
He ain't gon see ever again
[Chorus]
Yeah, making these bands, of course
Yeah you beef online like a dork
Had to make them bands I was poor
Pour up an 8, I don't pour no 4's
Had the boy running like he was Forest
Yeah we got them guns like the core
Had the boy scared he was indoors
Walk in the trap, yeah, guns galore
Shoot an opp, yeah, I love the gore
Yeah we up bro, check the score
Leave an opp wet yeah, like a shore
Said you richer than me, are you sure?
Huh, yeah, that's so absurd
Make more then you and that's assured
Your homie dead yeah he on a T-shirt
They say "Tyler you too immature"
Moncler coat, and it got the fur
Ant be ridin' round with them birds
Cops come then we not pulling over
Smoking gas I'm not sober
Yeah I cannot focus

[Outro]
Of course, yeah
Of course
Of course
Of course, yeah, yeah
Of course