[Intro]
Saba, you so icy
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Yeah, gang, gang, yeah
637, yeah, 637, ayy

[Chorus]
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Only makin' hits, I don't need no engineer
Told her, send her clips, the red dots, Paul Revere
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Only makin' hits, I don't need no engineer
Told her, send her clips, the red dots, Paul Revere

[Verse 1]
I picked up my ego, put it on the shеlf (Stacked it)
Yeah, I realizе that I'm gon' be by myself (My own)
I'ma get me designer and a Louis belt
These n***as be in their feelings, bro fuck how you feel
Bro fuck how you feel (That's facts)
I just keep it real (No cap)
All these bitches tits be fake, they want sex appeal (No lie)
And all of these n***as be snakes, but I'll remind ya
The only snakes that I like, on designer
[Bridge]
And I just got my watch fixed, perfect time, bruh
And all these n***as doing tricks, they some dogs, right
I'm the type who likes to chill on my recliner
And my shorty lookin' so bad, that's a good time

[Chorus]
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Only makin' hits, I don't need no engineer
Told her, send her clips, the red dots, Paul Revere
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Only makin' hits, I don't need no engineer
Told her, send her clips, the red dots, Paul Revere

[Verse 2]
I keep the strap on me for these n***as playing games
And I ain't talkin' PS3, motherfuckers be some lames
You say your music fits my vibe, we are not the same
I'm the type who might drink and drive, crashin' in a Range
Like, in a coupe, bitch (Yeah)
What it do, bitch? (Yeah)
On the mic they know that I be gettin' ruthless
I know hella n***as that cap, they won't plead the fifth
Now I need to roll some tree, I need some Cannabis
[Bridge]
Big bag, I'm all about it
You real, I really doubt it
They say, "I know how you feel,"
Nowadays, I feel surrounded
Nowadays, I'm going [?]
When around they get astounded
N***as say you want the smoke, motherfucker I'm about it

[Chorus]
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Only makin' hits, I don't need no engineer
Told her, send her clips, the red dots, Paul Revere
Pulled up at the spot, like, motherfucker, I don't know ya
Writing in my thoughts with this Ticonderoga
Only makin' hits, I don't need no engineer
Told her, send her clips, the red dots, Paul Revere