[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
Sh**, damn
(So high)
Damn, damn, damn
(*laugh* Lazzy)
Cruisin' when I’m faded, faded all the time
Thinkin' 'bout you, cause you’re all on my mind
Makin' bad decisions I can’t come across, now I’d rather- you
Damn, not really knowing what you tried to say
Not tryna know, but I don’t care anyway
You’re up in my bed and you’re up in my feelings, what can I say when you feel so deadly?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, ayy
We scrapin' the top, it said we got a lotta money for the drop
All your b****es gon' rot, ayy
Yeah, all your b****es gon' rot, yeah
Playboi Carti, I be f***in' yo b****, never taking no shit, she be on my d***
Ayy, ayy
I’m the first brown boy to get it poppin', you better check yo pocket
I got a trigger, pull that trigger, I will lock it
Shoot and shoot, wе be locked and loaded
You wanna-
You wanna stop playin' wit' mе, cause my gang are locked and loaded
B****, we ready for you now
B****, we ready for you now
Hmm
Who said it was funny when you know that we gon' get you?
We gon' get you with that Glock 9 and we gon' f***in' get you in the spine
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it’s lit!
Straight up, uh, straight up, yeah
Ooh-ooh-wow, now, oh no
Scrapin' the top, uh, scrapin' the top
Yeah, yeah
Scrapin' the top, we got a lotta money from the drop
I don’t give a f*** 'bout you and none of your b****es
I don’t give a f***, why the hell are you trippin'
No, I said I skrrt off, in a new Benz
Got my Rollie chain, and I got all this sh**
You don’t really see me, cause you know me
I’ll be in the back, and we f***in' getting lit wit' my homies
F*** your broski, we on a jet ski
F*** your new b****, she don’t wanna test me
F*** your new b****, she don’t wanna taste you, I don’t think that she even likes you

[Outro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah