I got a hundred fifty thousand just to say I'm next
I got a hundred fifty thousand and it's all on ya head
I got bitches acting woozy always hate to break bread
I got next mans tweaking, they all can stay vexed
Y'all got lock jaw or something?
What the fuck is good?
I'm still me when the checks come in hollywood
Y'all wanna be me so bad but I hate myself
So I guess all y'all could be me just Don't ask for the help
I keep my brim low key, I got that shit on me
I keep it real OG, She want pop some E
Well Does she have money? Cause if not
She might have to fuck around suck some D, uh
I just fucked a ratchet while I bumped some tame impala
We was in her bucket front seat wearing nada
I got channel orange dick I had her looking lost
I met her at the pyramids we both hella sauced
I just bought some vans for the low
I might let em fly right to your throat
Goofy ask me what the fuck I know
Told em if you know well then you know
Y'all be hella sus doing shit off Hype
I hope you fuckboys know that it's still on sight
I'll leave you needing some braces and that's just something light
And It's still make out California for ya bitch at night
I was trynna duck her but she asked me for my number
Told her sorry need my minutes
When the money calls
Back to talking all my shit, Where my overalls?
I got all this fucking dope, Ima have withdrawals
Shout out all the fake thugs at the Arden mall
Wanna pop pills, Oh wow
Wanna live in hidden hills, Oh wow
I'll be screaming fuck fake friends
Till they gone
That's why It's mother fuck my ex
Till the day I'm gone