[Intro]
(Ooh, Curt, it's another one)
Alright
N***a
(Dan, that shit slap)
Fuck keepin' it cordial, alright
I don't wanna start, I'ma start like this
Ayy

[Verse]
I'm finna pop these pills and overdose like I'm Juice WRLD
Fiend caught an attitude 'cause he don't do girl
I could be Aaron or KrispyLife, I got two worlds
Two bitches fightin' over these nuts like two squirrels
I got nine pairs the same pants, I got a jean problem
Drug deal gone bad for the opps, I had a fiend problem
I don't really fuck with 12, but that's my teen problem
My n***a shootin' with a bunch of muscles, you ain't seen Shotti
It ain't hard to make a couple thousand
Ran it up off rap, made a hundred thousand
Ever held so much money it fucked up your posturе?
And I don't hold grudges, I'll fuck your mama
She gon' fuck me 'causе I'm me
You got a babyface, let me see ID
Not tryna get no dance
I'm tryna fuck, baby, come on, we at the VIP
Got five bitches pregnant, had four baby showers
Made a living off of shit talking, twelve hundred an hour
Bathroom got remodeled, that's five thousand to shower
Leave a n***a floating face down in shallow water
I can teach you how to catch a body, Cally Duty— uh
Hmm, alright, huh, alright, hold on
I can teach you how to catch a body, Call of Duty style
Came down here to gamble, beat somebody ass at Greektown
Box on the AR, this bitch look like a mini-fridge
These n***as my sons, you ain't know I had that many kids
My n***a ridin' with a Dillinger, he pass me the SIG
I'm comin' all Glocks next drill, show you how to live
Huh, I'm comin' different tactics
Bust the Draco while I'm walkin' backwards
I'm finna fuck an actress
You can never fuck with me, boy, you a dusty bastard