Released on March 4, 2025

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[Chorus]

Fuck, everytime I’m tired, I get blacked out

It’s getting hot in here, need a fucking fan now

Never pull to my shit, where you at now

You be kinda fucking corny when you switch it up now

I- I don't even know what the fuck going on

Yeah, come to me baby, yeah, come and turn it on

M-Ma Make me a pretty boy, yea, let’s go to a salon

Haven’t text me back, where you at baby, I need a response


[APL Verse]

My shit’s on a fucking flow

T-Thi- This the only time I pull up, shoot it, and let go

Be- Bet, I’ma count it up, fuck, I’ma flex it up

I’ma pull up to the function baby, yea, we turn it up

I’ma make my music better than what I did before

I’ma leave you in the past, this ain’t 2024

Shoot it up with a 3-pointer, yeah we got a score

Kinda getting bored lately, yea we shootin’ up a store

Fuck, got my bread up, got my cheddar up

I got hella motion in this bitch, I pour it on my cup

Caught lacking in this bih, yea he know he getting jumped

Got a gold scar in this bitch, yea he know he getting pumped

I got so much clothes and it’s Vet

People be acting like close to me like bitch we haven’t met

I got many bands in this bitch, I don't know what to get

You not scaring me, cuz you not even a threat ya


[Jah Verse]

Y- You’re not even fuckin’ threat

I’ma pull my Glocks out, if you did me dirty, bitch

I’ma shoot you in your head, if you keep on talking shit (if you keep on talking shit)

Yeah yeah yeah you going down, but my racks up

You’re so wack lil bitch, you ain’t got no bussdown

You’re so fucking boring, I said turn me up now


[zag Verse]

No- Now they see me going up, now they tryna double back

I don’t need no fake love, I ain’t really into that

G-Go- Got my pockets getting heavy, yeah they bustin’ out the seams

See me rocking all designer, yeah I’m flexing in Celine

I been really going crazy, I been staying in my lane

Thousand-Thousand peso bills, throw ’em up and let it fucking rain

Ain’t no fakes in my circle, only real ones in the gang

I- If you talking on my name, best believe you bring the pain


[Chorus]

Fuck, everytime I’m tired, I get blacked out

It’s getting hot in here, need a fucking fan now

Never pull to my shit, where you at now

You be kinda fucking corny when you switch it up now

I- I don't even know what the fuck going on

Yeah, come to me baby, yeah, come and turn it on

M-Ma Make me a pretty boy, yea, let’s go to a salon

Haven’t text me back, where you at baby, I need a response