Released on July 7, 2021

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[Intro: TW33T]

I just caught your bitch staring in 4K

Up in Kay Jewelers boutta drop 4K

Put my bitch in the wraith

And she finna race

Betting forty G’s and shorty take first place

Post-mating alc yeah it’s on the way

She tryna call me daddy yeah she tryna call me bae

Hit it, hit it

Then I leave it, quit it

Puff on it, puff on it

Bitch I do it


[Chorus: synapse]

These boys always tryna skrt off the route

These days all I need is shit to slow down

Preaching through the pain at the steeples down south

Leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth


[Verse 1: LY]

I don’t wanna pipe down

Got a white bitch, and a light brown

Lay up in the bed, lay the pipe down

Never takе a rain check, I want it right now

Right now, got her fallin’ in love with my lifеstyle

Show her to the penthouse, all she sayin' like wow

Oh you wanna act tough act up fight loud

Better take a step up I’ma punch your lights out

Pussy get a heel spike

Pussy what it feel like?

Pussy this is real life

Pussy

Ride a droptop Benz

We could chop it up then

Pussy ain’t got plans

C’mon pussy hop in

Pull up when I ride and I’m sendin’ ay

My whole muh fuckin’ crew we don’t blend in ay

We gon’ live like we dyin’ til the night ends

On a scale to a hundred feel a light ten


[Chorus: synapse]

These boys always tryna skrt off the route

These days all I need is shit to slow down

Preaching through the pain at the steeples down south

Leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth


[Verse 2: N8 DAWGG]

Pulling fast connections

Runnin’ from the cops from the apprehension

Stand them all straight like they at attention

Slow them all down, low comprehension

New suspension, intervention

Flying through some portals like a new dimension

Yeah my lady love me and that’s just to mention

Sex is in the air call it hypertension


[Verse 3: JET BLACK]

Been stuck in the same place for quite a long time

So close to escapin’ it, I'm near my prime

I needa get the fuck out, I needa start my climb

To the top is where I’m going, needa count my dimes

I need a bad little shawty I can wife up

She look innocent but she is a viper

She a threat to society a sniper

Man that’s just a mock draft Mel Kiper


[Chorus: synapse]

These boys always tryna skrt off the route

These days all I need is shit to slow down

Preaching through the pain at the steeples down south

Leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth

These boys always tryna skrt off the route

These days all I need is shit to slow down

Preaching through the pain at the steeples down south

Leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth

These boys always tryna skrt off the route

These days all I need is shit to slow down

Preaching through the pain at the steeples down south

Leave a sour taste vinegar in your mouth


[Bridge: synapse]

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah, I said these boys always tryna skrt off the route

These days all I need is shit to slow down

Preaching through the pain at the steeples down south

Leave a sour taste vinegar in your


[Verse 4: LY]

I’m a fucking poster boy

I’m an ad for shit my death still comin’ closer boy

Kids look up to me and trust in me don’t know what to say, I’m drowning uh

My life’s a rollercoaster boy

Circle full of fakes but I’m rollin, I’m rollin

Hunnid dirty stacks that I’m rollin, I’m rollin

Numbing yet again I’m controlling, controlling

Betting on my life and bitch I’m all in, I’m all in

Said I’m all in, just look at me I’m balling

But that is just a front, the devils callin’ he’s callin’

Speaking on my name you brought a brawl in

They tell me I’m a god but whisper fallen, fallen uh


[Verse 5: JET BLACK]

I can sit here and act like I am the best

But all that it is, is just fake confidence

I can’t say what I want, I can’t talk with my chest

I wear pride on my sleeves, but I’m rockin’ a vest


[Verse 6: TW33T]

These boys tryna slow down

Yeah they go smooth

I follow through

Fucking with my crew

Caught me crying with a noose

What it, what it, what it do?

All you talk about is sex

(What it, what it, what it do?)

I ain’t tryna double back

Door Dash a six-pack


[Chorus: synapse]

These boys always skirting off the route

Off the route

These days I just need to slow down

Slow down

Preaching through the pain steeples down south

Down south

Sour taste vinegar in your mouth


[Outro: N8 DAWGG]

Will they remember my name?

Or is it all for the game?