[Intro]

(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)

(Hahahahahaha)

(Solxmn)

[Chorus]

(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)

Got me so in love, can't get any closer

Might've took me a minute, I need closure (Closure)

Not a nice guy, know I can't get any colder, huh

I'm 'bout to switch up the sound 'cause I got older (Solxmn, bitch)

Remember I used to rock Nike (Nike)

Took his bitch and fucked her good, now he wanna fight me

I used to be broke, now I'm countin' that shit slightly (Woah)

Fifty bands in my pocket, grip it tightly

Said I ain't love you (Bitch), but you didn't take that lightly

Smoking dope and countin' racks, wish you was like me

Yeah, told her I'm a star, you can see mе shinin' brightly

Hope my son grow up and he wanna be likе me (Yeah)

[Verse]

Know you feel it, yeah

Know that I'm the realest, yeah

I get so damn high, got me feeling like a ceiling fan

Think it's time to let her go, I know I ain't ready though

I wanna pull up, baby, you just gotta let me now

Maybach, that bitch two-tone (Bitch)

(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)

My wrist be on two tones

Salad balled up in my pocket, I ain't talkin' croutons

Huh, last year I was so gone

She tellin' me I gotta move on

Get kicked to the curb, bitch, put the shoes on

Eating Ruth's Chris, this ain't banchan, banchan (Solxmn)

I rock nice clothes, bankroll

"'Sup?" Yeah, the same old (Woah)

Still rock the same clothes (Woah)

Still fuck the same hoes (Yeah)

LA, really livin', yeah (Woah)

I got stars up in the ceiling, yeah

I went from down bad to the riches, yeah (Woah)

Never seen this type of chicken, yeah

[Bridge]

Yeah, woah

(Hahaha)

Ha, woah

Yeah

(Bitch)

[Chorus]

(Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches)

Got me so in love, can't get any closer (No)

Might've took me a minute, I need closure (Closure)

Not a nice guy, know I can't get any colder, huh (Woah)

I'm 'bout to switch up the sound 'cause I got older (Solxmn, bitch)

Remember I used to rock Nike (Nike)

Took his bitch and fucked her good, now he wanna fight me

I used to be broke, now I'm countin' that shit slightly (Woah)

Fifty bands in my pocket, grip it tightly‎‎

Said I ain't love you (Bitch), but you didn't take that lightly

Smoking dope and countin' racks, wish you was like me

Yeah, told her I'm a star, you can see me shinin' brightly

Hope my son grow up and he wanna be like me (Yeah), huh