[Intro]

(Die by the six)

[?]

[Chorus]

I don't trust nobody, I'm on alert

We got that cup, uh, purp

How you gon' hop on the wave but can't s— (Surf—)

[?] yo' ass lame, this shit got some turfs

You said, "Nah" but I'm knowing this shit finna work

When it come to the fake, I'm assuming the worst

Yeah, I get racks, and make sure that's plural

She like my dick, head nurture

Scare you to death, I don't even gotta hurt you

Scare you to death, I don't even gotta purge

Let me know what size your shirt

How big you wanting your flowers?

Yeah, that nigga got turned into a urn (Yeah, that nigga got turned into a urn, uh)

[Chorus]

I don't trust nobody, I'm on alert

We got that cup, uh, purp

How you gon' hop on the wave but can't s—

[?] yo' ass lame, this shit got some turfs

You said, "Nah" but I'm knowing this shit finna work

When it come to the fake, I'm assuming the worst

Yeah, I get racks, and make sure that's plural

She like my dick, head nurture

Scare you to death, I don't even gotta hurt you

Scare you to death, I don't even gotta purge

Let me know what size your shirt

How big you wanting your flowers?

Yeah, that nigga got turned into a urn (Yeah, that nigga got turned into a urn, uh)