[Intro]

(You did this, Keonii, you did this, Keonii)

(OniiMadeThis shit)

[Chorus]

I'm finna go up, I need a fifth tonight

I might just bleed the fuckin' scene just like a kitchen knife

I need a 'Wood because the dutchie wasn't hittin' right

I cheated on my ex-bitch, she couldn't fuck me right, damn, hmm

Had to get some commas, had to run me some bands, huh

You ain't from the trenches, you don't even understand, hmm

All these pussy niggas always tryna make friends

If you don't got a bag, well, then I highly recommend

[Verse 1]

It's early morning and there's money on my mind (On my mind)

And I don't know how to feel (Know how to feel)

Fuck your love, I'd just rather keep it real (Keep it real)

No hundred K's, man, I'm tryna touch some mills (All them mills)

I'm goin' in, all hammer, ain't no steel

She in her mood swings, caught 'em at the Citadel, like fuck it, I need two chains

These bitches are bodied like fuck it, tell 'em ally-oop me

These niggas my sons, some bitches call 'em Kelly Oubre

She thick as fuck, I have to smack her on her booty (Her booty)

That grill in my mouth, it put the water in her coochie, yeah

Stop playin' with me, huh (Stop playin' with me)

Baby girl, you like it, I'm your fantasy, huh (Oh)

Little do you know I keep them bands on me, huh (Keep them bands on me)

Little do you know I make her dance for me (Oh)

Bad mama always likes to start shit (Start shit)

She gave me five-star head in her apartment (In her apartment, oh)

[Chorus]

I'm finna go up, I need a fifth tonight (I need a fifth tonight)

I might just bleed the fuckin' scene just like a kitchen knife

I need a 'Wood because the dutchie wasn't hittin' right (Hittin' right)

I cheated on my ex-bitch, she couldn't fuck me right, damn, hmm

Had to get some commas, had to run me some bands, huh

You ain't from the trenches, you don't even understand, hmm

All these pussy niggas always tryna make friends

If you don't got a bag, well, then I highly recommend

[Verse 2]

Blocka, blocka, man down when you see it

Michael Jackson in the pussy, know I have to beat it

She my freak bitch, so Cash App me when I need it (When I need it)

Send me hella DMs, I just read it and I seen it

You want sex, then you delete it

Probably mad I have your best friends be leakin'

Probably mad because I'm ballin' every morning through evening

Probably mad because these diamonds, they be wet, they be gleezin'

I'm Roddy Ricch because I'm ballin' every mornin' through season

All these blessings to my man, got me feel like I'm sneezin' (Oh)

All about my bags 'cause you keep that same energy

I can't fuck with you because you fuckin' on the enemy

Dick so good, I'm tryna fuck her on her skinny jeans

All about my bags 'cause you keep that same energy (Ha)

I can't fuck with you because you fuckin' on the enemy

I can't fuck with you, mmm

[Chorus]

I'm finna go up, I need a fifth tonight

I might just bleed the fuckin' scene just like a kitchen knife

I need a 'Wood because the dutchie wasn't hittin' right

I cheated on my ex-bitch, she couldn't fuck me right, damn, hmm

Had to get some commas, had to run me some bands, huh

You ain't from the trenches, you don't even understand, hmm

All these pussy niggas always tryna make friends

If you don't got a bag, well, then I highly recommend

[Outro]

You ain't got a bag

(You did this, Keonii, you did this, Keonii)

(OniiMadeThis shit)