[Intro]

(Let's go, Miche, that's your turn right now)

(Up yours, evil twin)

[Verse]

Fresh as hell, but I don't know who made these pants

Free lil' twin, he in prison again

Family picture, but you missin' again

Not trippin' 'bout no playin' in your face, get your revenge

Didn't graduate, you used a pencil and now you in the pen'

The streets talkin', they said your bitch fuckin' on your mans

I get vulnerable and go to textin' some of my fans

Finally made some profit, then I fucked it up again

And my mama was an alcoholic, but she ain't touch the bottle

Eighty thousand follows, but I got more dollars

And now you say you proud of me 'cause I could buy Prada

Baby mama rent due on the third, she know I got her

My sistеr ain't gotta worry, she could get whatevеr

And my baby, she special, I want all the diamonds certified for her bezel

Destiny, I'm sorry you feel like I left you, but really, it's whatever

And that nigga, you'll probably fuck him again

Social media, I can see that y'all friends

Late night playin' Rod Wave, "IRan"

I'm here to let you know that I'm your biggest fan

I drink a lot of soda bottles, but now I'm in the can

Smokin' Turks, but I be ready to eat the strand

Damn, lil' twin, I probably picked the wrong friend

I ain't even fuck, I still Cashed App her a band