[verse 1: YLLW.]

How many WiFi connections have I made?

Used to post you up, but memories fade

Now I’m layed up

Collect a couple pay stubs

Tryna be more ISO’d

I’m feeling like I’m Trae Young (aye)

I’m getting buckets in the biggest of moments

My windows rolled up

Like, “I know that you smoking!”

Don’t know what burnt out is

What’s it like to be toasted?

Skins been thicker, but I still use my lotion

[verse 2: Lavient]

It’s the

Coldest shogunate to whip the Corolla bitch

Clothed in frozen fits

Potent with jokes and quips

Hoe I ain’t zoning in

Glowing wrist to hit my showboating fix

Post it so I exist

One moment outspokenness then it’s

Noiseless coping broken wits to ward abyss

But don’t get it twisted

I just got the keys to heaven and got evicted

Eloping with your mistresses

Just to show you what amiss is

I dug a grave for Juliet and took a shit in it

Got her moaning now I’m probing like an alien

I’m tryna sauce her to the dough like an Italian

The way she boutta shake gon make banana split

Aye

I’m saying fuck it like this shit is a Trojan

I’m cookin beats in the oven I heard your tape it’s atrocious

Fake and you bogus

Butchering beats to noticed

You ride the wave off my ripple

I might be glaive cuz I’m so pissed

[verse 3: YLLW.]

Aye, I’m angry as fuck

Peddle for pieces of bucks

I’m too gassed, I’m throwing it up

I’m sick, like DeMar in the clutch

You bullshit, to pretend you’re enough

You click spurs like Dorothy

Metronome click, and you boring me

Caught up in the rain while it’s pouring

Begging for some warmth, where’s the porridge?

A whore for support, but I’m left just looking at my portrait

[verse 4: Lavient]

You hopeless

MVP like I’m Jokic

You ain’t getting no sun and you gon blame it on yo kids?

Go fish

Eatin bad cause I’m broke bitch

Incendiary language got you feeling provoked, lit!

Hermit ‘til I die close the blinds

Get massaged at a Whole Foods

You collage borrowed time

Madvillain too nice

All cap what you write

Off-suit two and seven

See through bluff in yo rhyme

[verse 5: YLLW., Lavient]

Who you think I am?

Your mixes are like sticky hands

I pop Sickfits like I was grease in a pan

Stick to gimmicks like you jam, you ain’t jam

Strictly business minding mine, I advance

I'm advanced and u just tryna ketchup

Too busy relishing while I go get a leg up

Fed up, not enough stomach to digest

To sum it up I plummet from the pummel of my jest

And I'll say it with my chest