[Intro]
(You're not sad again, are you, splashgvng?)

[Chorus]
Get a grip
I hang out the window while my doggy spin the whip
We look like a blip
We inside Roadeo with it
Red line till I'm stiff
Wait, I'ma light the spliff
I think she a masochist the way she wanna hit
Wait, put him in the tar
If you think it's sweet with me, you must be off the bars
That boy must be off the Xans
His bitch put me back inside and you just holding hands
That 'cause she a fan
She told me that I'm the goat

[Verse]
But I can't hear the praise when I got my bit in her throat
She sucking up Danny Phantom how I nut and then I ghost
Don't look inside my pupils 'cause I'm on that roller coaster
Wipe that numbеr off then pack the sweats, it's no holstеr
Wait, oh, you follow quota, but that track you dropped is garbage
You ain't say shit bad, let's hope they feed you when you starving
Sauvage on my throat you smell like shit, you Daniel Larson
Soon I post a pic, his bitch comment emojis barfin'
[Interlude: Michael Corleone]
Senator? You can have my answer now if you'd like 
My offer is this: nothing

[Bridge]
But I wish you had told me
I could've been your angel, but I left that in the old me
I came with the mob, of course, I feel like I'm Tony, yeah
I didn't have no one, I learned to hold me, yeah (Get a grip)

[Chorus]
Get a grip
I hang out the window while my doggy spin the whip
We look like a blip
We inside Roadeo with it
Red line till I'm stiff
Wait, I'ma light the spliff
I think she a masochist the way she wanna hit
Wait, put him in the tar
If you think it's sweet with me, you must be off the bars
That boy must be off the Xans
His bitch put me back inside and you just holding hands
That 'cause she a fan
She told me that I'm the—