[Intro: Philip Solo]
Yeah, yeah, ay, ay

[Verse 1: Philip Solo]
I like to not fit in
I like to be obscene
My past is full of pain
There was no sweet sixteen
I like to be alone
I like to not like you
If she won't kill for me
Then that is not my boo
I like to stack my cash
I want the newest ride
I'm fuckin' killin' swag
Call that a suicide
I like a minutes fame
I what you call a whore
I went to Hot Topic
And fuckin' bought the store

[Pre-Chorus: Philip Solo]
You think you so right
I do you so wrong
Machetes, guns, knives
So on and so on
I fucking hate you
I fucking miss you
I fucking hate you, ay
Fucking miss, ay
[Chorus: Philip Solo]
Daddy never wanna call her back
Now she wanna fight
She said she gon' leave me with my thoughts
That's my kinda life
I showed up a little late and drunk
In some leopard fur
Yeah, I heard she call me immature
Bitch, I'm immature
Daddy never wanna call her back
Now she wanna fight
She said she gon' leave me with my thoughts
That's my kinda life
I showed up a little late and drunk
In some leopard fur
Yeah, I heard she call me immature
Bitch, I'm immature

[Verse 2: Se7en]
I like to get fucked up (Get fucked)
I like to cause a scene (A scene)
Got thoughts of suicide
Blood drippin' on my jeans (Yeah)
These girls they think I'm cute
Sparkling like Pikachu (Pika-pika!)
And they act like "Bling, blang, ouh!"
Need me, but I don't need you
[Verse 3: Mikl]
Call me immature but you want this dick (Dick)
Hating on these jeans might get you split (Split)
BC13, yeah we run this shit
2019, back in this bitch
Lady with the titties in a fur coat (Fur coat)
[?] sippin' on the low (On the low)
Pedal to the metal on the furlough (Skrrrt)
Walk up in this bitch like "Where's the dro?"

[Verse 4: Se7en]
I like to do this drugs (Uh)
I like to hang with thugs (Yeah)
My teams illegal as fuck (What?)
I keep a gun in my glove
My pockets filled with cash (Cash)
This bitch, tried to steal my stash (Stash)
Burn up until this [?]
And my mind goes into red zone...

[Pre-Chorus: Philip Solo]
You think you so right
I do you so wrong
Machetes, guns, knives
So on and so on
I fucking hate you
I fucking miss you
I fucking hate you, ay
Fucking miss, ay
[Chorus: Philip Solo]
Daddy never wanna call her back
Now she wanna fight
She said she gon' leave me with my thoughts
That's my kinda life
I showed up a little late and drunk
In some leopard fur
Yeah, I heard she call me immature
Bitch, I'm immature