[Intro]
Let's get it
Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Ride 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave him a L, I hit him with that K (This that K shit)
They gon' rub you wrong but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
Just a young n***a from the west side
I don't know them boys, they pi
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, you sweatin' a awful lot
And this money stay beside me, I give it all my time

[Verse 1]
I put one hundred inside of the car
Told her I'm dark but she want a star
I had to ghost 'cause you want a lot
How many bitches can fill up my spot?
I let it drip out the top like a pot
Hit up the plug, I need supply
I hate the way that I'm feelin' at times
She told me, "Fuck me and look in my eyes"
Wake up and find the right time to do crime
[Chorus]
Ride 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave him a L, I hit him with that K (This that K shit)
They gon' rub you wrong but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
Just a young n***a from the west side
I don't know them boys, they pi
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, you sweatin' a awful lot
And this money stay beside me, I give it all my time

[Verse 2]
Bitch, super geeked, I don't know what I'm on
I put all my heart inside of these songs
No, I'm not perfect, I know when I'm wrong
Broke yo' lil' heart, hope it hurt to the bone
Go get her back, I ain't comin' back home
Easy, baby, you know I'm a pleaser
I swiped the ho like a Visa
We doin' telekinesis
No, I can't do your lil' feature
You fired, go watch from the bleachers
These labels, they just tryna leech me
No intercepting your teases
Tryna cut my stock to pieces
Never, I'm comin' with a vendetta
They gotta kill me, they better
'Cause I ain't decidin' whatever
[Chorus]
Ride 'round town with a mask so they can't see my face (I'm racin')
I gave him a L, I hit him with that K (This that K shit)
They gon' rub you wrong but just stay abrasive
R.I.P. to Virgil, my shirt in quotations
Just a young n***a from the west side
I don't know them boys, they pi
I don't care if she got mileage, I'll drive her off the lot
I think this bitch off molly, you sweatin' a awful lot
And this money stay beside me, I give it all my time