[Intro]
Lakes (Lakes, lakes)
Ah‚ fuck‚ lit
Lit as fuck

[Verse 1]
N***as waitin' with they hands out
Shoulda cut 'em at the wrists‚ n***a
Old five eight n***a, with the live grey sweater
Tall flask, keep a fifth in it
They mad as fuck‚ my stacks is up
She rap for hugs, I dap her up, 'cause we ain't like that
The master of embarrassment
I meant for bowls‚ like Captain Crunch, and I don't fight back
Can't go nowhere out in public sober, it just doesn't feel right (Ayy)
Paper flowing' like it's nothin', dick her down, I give her that steel pipe
She say what it feels like
Reap what I sow, in this life better know I been creepin' through real tight
Pistol concealed like, livin', it's meal time