(5:30, 5:30)
With these miles, my heart
I just count that flock 'cause that's where I'm under
Catch my slime, my dawg, but he gon' lie under
Bullets to the pedal, thought I'd take 'em from the bumper
When these n keep trying to say I style on 'em
But he too, I got fucking money, you can't take it from me
When I ask, "Who's good?"
Going fast for fun, I'm going Barolo, yeah
Keep my Glock like what, got like fifty in it, yeah
Got like fifty sluts, thinking I can fish you up (Oh yeah)
She like, "Piss me up," I ain't with that bullshit
They ain't dropping nothing, yeah
I got big P's, this ain't no BT
Why you flexing them songs when I'm a fucking creep, yeah
No energy, yeah, that bitch scream
Yeah, I do need drugs, yeah, and my piss clean (Nah)
I just ride, six speed
Slime gon' do his thing, you ain't listening, nah, yeah
Pull up flames, on your timeline, yeah
Just remember what I told you, I'm gon' be the one

(5:30, 5:30)
With these miles, my heart
I just count that flock 'cause that's where I'm under
Catch my slime, my dawg, but he gon' lie under
Bullets to the pedal, thought I'd take 'em from the bumper
When these n keep trying to say I style on 'em
But he too, I got fucking money, you can't take it from me
When I ask, "Who's good?"
Going fast for fun, I'm going Barolo, yeah (Let's go)