[Part I: MISSING FROM MY MIND]
[Verse 1]
When I was ten, aye (Brrr)
Pop a whip, aye (Whoo!)
C- c- copped a Kawasaki just to switch lanes (Whoo!)
You a thick, nigga's falling off, we ain't full enough
She on propane, she ain't feel no new pain
[Chorus]
Shout to my whole gang, and shout out to my (Brrr)
They say opposites attract, but me and you the same
They say I've been going off track, but they don't say my name (Nigga)
And with the money I can buy you designer
[Bridge]
You can put the love to desire
I'ma put the love to decide
I pop out twenty bands on the floor, put the cash on the floor
[Chorus]
Shout to my whole gang, and shout out to my— (Brrr)
They say opposites attract, but me and you the same
They say I've been going off track, but they don't say my name (Nigga)
And with the money I can buy you that designer
[Verse 2]
I'm tryin' to light it up, like I can feel the summer
In my whip, I'm a real-life runner
Like, real-life runner
Like, who gon' really run up?
Like, said I'm Hugo boxin' up (June)
Nigga, you gonna pull up with that forty? Sauce that up (June)
Eighteen, I was trying to fill my closet up
Now I'm really swaggin', you got to get your pockets up
What you know about June? I told that hoe to type it up
And you know I ain't really been that popular, yeah (Nah, for real though)
And now I really poppin', I ain't see you poppin' up
[Chorus]
And with the money I can buy you that designer
And shout out to my— (Brrr)
They say opposites attract, but me and you the same (Whoo!)
[Part II: TRUST]
[Chorus]
Yuh, might hit a nigga in the head (Brrr)
Too fast, you coupe, you dead
Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Brrr, June)
[Verse 1]
Give a nigga five, five, six
You don't wanna talk about flex
She on triple six like hex
I don't wanna message or text
Gucci my tee like I'm rex
Single to me like you're next (Brrr)
Call me off, I stay on the top five (June)
Take a perc if you really wanna get high
Nowadays, teenagers just wanna get by (teenagers just wanna get by)
Father told a nigga reach for the sky
You would never had a reach for the nine (Reach for the nine)
I could never let a broke nigga feel this, uh
Bitch, I made me way too high
[Chorus]
Yuh, might hit a nigga in the head (Brrr, brrr, whoo!)
Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Whoo!)
Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Brrr, June)
Might hit a nigga in the head (You dead)
Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Brrr)
Might hit a nigga in the head (You dead)
Too fast, you coupe, you dead
[Verse 2]
Too fast in that coupe, you dead
These niggas ain't on my time, and I dread
You a little pussy, come out of that shed (Brrr)
Care about speedin', I'm runnin' in that red
Care about speedin', I'm runnin' in that red
[Chorus]
Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Whoo!)
You care about speedin' I'm runnin' that red
Might hit a nigga in the head
You care about speedin' I'm runnin'— (Brrr)