[Intro: yuke]
Walk up in the trap, pussy n***a ain't do nothing
Walk up in the trap, pussy n***a ain't do nothing
Walk up— walk up in the trap, pussy n***a ain't do nothing
Really spin again and he still ain't gon' do shit
I don't give a fu—
I think it's quite comfy down here

[Verse: yuke]
If I get booked, know my man's gon' post that bail
Really serving fiends that be posted at the Shell (As above, so below)
N***a's seen the beam then they started turning pale
How the fuck lil' yuke really bound to fail?
Fuck music, bitch, I really send a pack through the mail
I don't like when n***as start asking me for mels
Hit 'em in his back while he runnin' then he fell
Now I'm taking all his shit, give a fuck if it's for sale
My n***a's juggin', yeah, they thuggin'
Walk up in the trap, pussy n***a ain't do nothing
Really spin again and he still ain't gon' do shit
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I pull up, I'm with quinn
Bitch I'm so fly, I don't know when I'm finna land (As above, so below)
Try to make a mil' and live off the music bands
N***a don't worry, I'ma go and sell the Xan
Come and try to stop me, but this Glock gon' make you dance
You payin' for your rent, what I spend on my pants
Done playing all these games with these little fans
Get up off my meat with them little IG rants
He seen what I did, tell his man's, he said, "Damn"
Damn (He said, "Damn")
[Outro: Anna Vincent]
Be yourself, by yourself
Be yourself, by yourself
Be yourself, by yourself