[Intro]
Kid Rolex
I'm in the booth with the stick on me now (Woo, woo, woo)
Y'all n***as already know what the fuck goin' on (Boom, boom, fuck)
I'm in ya girls room she like, "Dick on me down"
Babyface APM, Lil Suv, Melvoni (And she think he a clown, bra)
Whatever the fuck you wanna call me n***a (Bra, bra, bra)
Just know, you put a battery in my back
I might put a bullet in ya' face (He gon' get clapped 'cause he thinkin' he down)

[Verse 1]
Smokin' on dead opps, put a hole in the ozone
Pushin' weight, I still trap off my own phone (Boom)
I'm too deep in this shit, man, I'm so gone
Tell that bitch I want neck, keep her clothes on (Bitch)
N***a, run up on me get ya mind blown (Gra)
Catch shots, screenshots through a opp phone
I hopped on a PJ and me and my man fuckin' bitchеs in all different time zonеs
Bitch, I'm rollin' up Slugdy, Slugdy, Slugdy (Bow, bow, boom, boom, bow)
Bitch, I keep me a blickity, blickity, blickity (Bop, bop, bop bop, boom)
I treat my life like a jigsaw, I done kicked down the door wit' the big knob (Woo, woo)
With a 10 flag in my left hand, my life a movie like Pixar

[Bridge]
My lifestyle way to old for me
Know a couple n***as stole from me
Just cause I'm young, they think that I'm dumb
But they'll never get a hold of me
That's why I always got the pole on me
For anything, I'ma step
They told me kill em' wit' kindness
I rather kill 'em for respect
If n***as gotta die, so be it
You would probably cry, if you see it
So don't pay it no mind, just leave it
'Cause I put myself first like Sophia (Let's go)
You bitch made
[Verse 2]
Pussy, I know that (Boom)
Mans dead, only live through a throwback (Boom)
Bitch, I'ma up with this Glock, that I keep in the sock, for a opp that be on the corner (Let's go)
Gang spinnin', sendin' shots early mornin'
And we blowin' smoke for whoever want it
Gun in the coat, in case you was wonderin'
Air this bitch out, without any warnin'
I got blood on my bandana
I told bro hide his face from the damn camera
I might pour me a four, from a canned Fanta
Had to rob for my shit, I ain't have Santa
Catch a opp and put him in the blunt
And it's funny, I don't even smoke
But I'ma still stunt for Runtz
Yeah, run up, I'm letting it blow