VERSE 1

Ayy

Ayy

Ayy

Nike on my shirt

Drinking GNC but im hurt

I got that syle mixing lil peep with kurt

I drinked too much,thats why i leave a burp

I just need him

To dont lose my arm like finn

41 BOY,you can't deal with it

Flex with that bottle in my hand

Making magic without a wand

The only sense i see is on the blank

I just care bout killing,so call me hank

Got monney on the package,issa bank

I aprecciate,you is my fan

But dont sit,ya not my mans

I sleep with GNC,like king ice

Stole from my mind

Using to feel fine

You never tested it,dont say you how its

Man,you dont lose the opportunity of faking

I'm better than you,like person and on the making

Want to see how is the relation

Ok,lets go to obrigation

If he notch,i'm herobrine

If hе a verse,i'm one morе line

If i'm down,he be the high

If im black,he be the white

If i'm a beat,he knows the type

Yuh

Yuh

Yuh