Hol up wait i got a beat from cure

Sipping syrup need a cure (sippin syrup need a cure)

We go ape me and cure (we go ape baby ay)

In the back room with some singers (singers)

She got molly on her fingers (fingers)

(2-25, 2-25, 2-25, 2-25, huh, bitch, yeah, 2500)

I done run up a check my feet hurt

My new emo chick gave me a curse

Got no molly till my teeth hurt

My bitch made a ???

Can’t stop sippin syrup need a nurse

Yeah they stole my swag i did it first

Back of the club nike tackle huh

Don’t know about ticks

Don’t send me texts

I hate these rappers, they got no respect

Maison cannot get a beat

Maison cannot hop on this

Chit chat quit all the breeze

My boy i’m sippin lean

Big racks i need to feed

I know i ain’t got a soul

But big ricks stay on my feet