[Intro]

Oh yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]

These are dead stock, uh (Dead stock), sneakers came with a tissue (Yeah)

Hotbox, smoke blowin', that's the issue

Crib (Crib, crib) deep in the Hills like I'm Will (Like I'm WIll)

Yeah, why would I leave? I'm tryna chill (Go)

If she down, then she get spoiled, uh, yeah (Ah)

It don't take much to keep her loyal

Look at how we came up out the soil, babe, we up now (Now)

I was tryna keep it cordial, bae, I'm done now (Oh yeah)

I used to care, but I could give a fuck now

[Verse 1]

First off the plane when we touched down (Down)

I should thank you for stickin' 'round (Oh yeah)

Through all the mistakes I made, baby, you still held me down (Held me down)

I was goin' through some things and they ain't help me out (Oh yeah)

But, babe, we up now (We up now)

No more Balenci', babe, we on to Prada (Go)

My bitch vintage, wearin' '90s Dolce & Gabbana (Go)

I had to quit the spliff 'cause she get dizzy off the Grabba (Ah)

They can't wait until it's over, I keep adding commas (Oh yeah)

3.5 after 3.5, I can't get enough

Thirty-five hundred in my closet just collectin' dust

Dead stock Pradas, baby, I ain't even wore 'em once (Yeah)

Took 'em out the box, took a step, I already scuffed 'em up (Oh yeah)

[Bridge]

Yeah, uh, babe, we up, we ain't just gettin' by (By)

Uh, ever since you left, bae, I've been doin' fine (Oh yeah)

Why would I lie? Why would I lie? (Lie, lie, lie)

She said, "If you doin' good, then why you always gettin' high?" (Go)

[Verse 2]

We in California, might as well enjoy it (Baby, baby)

Four in the morning, she get mad I'm still recording (Still recording, ah)

Wake up, get high, and put this shit down, in that order (In that order)

I told my lawyer, "If it ain't a mil', then just ignore it" (Just ignore it)

I had to move different, switched up all my behaviors (Uh)

I put hours in this shit, ain't skip a detail (Detail)

Been wanting a pair of these forever, had to save up (Oh yeah, save up)

Only way I could get this shit was on resale (Resale, yeah)

[Chorus]

These are dead stock, uh (Dead stock), sneakers came with a tissue (Whoa)

Hotbox, smoke blowin', that's the issue

Crib (Crib, crib, oh) deep in the Hills like I'm Will (Like I'm WIll)

Yeah, why would I leave? I'm tryna chill (Go)

If she down, then she get spoiled, uh, yeah (Ah)

It don't take much to keep her loyal

Look at how we came up out the soil, babe, we up now (Now)

I was tryna keep it cordial, bae, I'm done now (Oh yeah)

I used to care, but I could give a fuck now