[Intro]

Kid Rolex

Amil D’Mor

I'm in the booth with the stick on me now (Woo, woo, woo)

Y'all niggas already know what the fuck goin' on (Boom, boom, fuck)

I'm in ya girls room she like, "Dick on me down"

Babyface APM, Lil Suv, Melvoni (And she think he a clown, bra)

Whatever the fuck you wanna call me nigga (Bra, bra, bra)

Just know, you put a battery in my back

I might put a bullet in ya' face (He gon' get clapped 'cause he thinkin' he down)

[Verse 1]

Smokin' on dead opps, put a hole in the ozone

Pushin' weight, I still trap off my own phone (Boom)

I'm too deep in this shit, man, I'm so gone

Tell that bitch I want neck, keep her clothes on (Bitch)

Nigga, run up on me get ya mind blown (Gra)

Catch shots, screenshots through a opp phone

I hopped on a PJ and me and my man fuckin' bitchеs in all different time zonеs

Bitch, I'm rollin' up Slugdy, Slugdy, Slugdy (Bow, bow, boom, boom, bow)

Bitch, I keep me a blickity, blickity, blickity (Bop, bop, bop bop, boom)

I treat my life like a jigsaw, I done kicked down the door wit' the big knob (Woo, woo)

With a 10 flag in my left hand, my life a movie like Pixar

[Bridge]

My lifestyle way to old for me

Know a couple niggas stole from me

Just cause I'm young, they think that I'm dumb

But they'll never get a hold of me

That's why I always got the pole on me

For anything, I'ma step

They told me kill em' wit' kindness

I rather kill 'em for respect

If niggas gotta die, so be it

You would probably cry, if you see it

So don't pay it no mind, just leave it

'Cause I put myself first like Sophia (Let's go)

You bitch made

[Verse 2]

Pussy, I know that (Boom)

Mans dead, only live through a throwback (Boom)

Bitch, I'ma up with this Glock, that I keep in the sock, for a opp that be on the corner (Let's go)

Gang spinnin', sendin' shots early mornin'

And we blowin' smoke for whoever want it

Gun in the coat, in case you was wonderin'

Air this bitch out, without any warnin'

I got blood on my bandana

I told bro hide his face from the damn camera

I might pour me a four, from a canned Fanta

Had to rob for my shit, I ain't have Santa

Catch a opp and put him in the blunt

And it's funny, I don't even smoke

But I'ma still stunt for Runtz

Yeah, run up, I'm letting it blow