[Intro]

Yeah, lately I've been feeling myself

Drunk, can't drown, I'd be killing myself (Killing myself)

Ayy, ayy

Killing myself (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayy

[Verse]

I just pulled up to the function with my gang, where the gas at?

Roll up with a blunt in the back

(Got the blunt in the back, where the gas at?)

Got the backwoods all where I stay at

Woke up on my property, you know I put your ass back

I just- I just got a bad bitch, shit, I need a better one

Now I tote like twenty guns

Yeah, I got a bigger one

I'ma be the better one

Ain't no different outcome

Roll up in a foreign whip, no keys, outdone

Yeah, I need a bad bitch

Shit, I need a model

Shawty wanna get back on, it's on auto

I told- I told that bitch "Shut up and ride it unless you're high" (Uh)

Nobody been Smithing & Wesson, that be my model

I ain't even worried about it, that shit tomorrow

Stacking up these chips and my money, I'm 'bout to blow up

I just got a rocket from NASA, I'm 'bout to blow up

I-I heard that they always hate before the come-up (Yeah)

I been on something else

I got a couple bad bitches, they ain't good for my health

I sip on good strong

It ain't good for my health

Ain't nothing good for my health

I guess I'm going to hell

'Cause I be up in the whip doing 60 in a 20

That's a big fat ticket if the cops can even get me

And I'm like "What up? Okay, gimme it all" (Like "What up?")

I got these girls in the house 'bout to bounce off the wall

I know your bitch coming over, she gon' give me a call

I got these icy diamonds up on my wrist, got it all

Got a Burberry sweater, Burberry headband

Roll up on me in that Gucci jacket, kill you, dead man (Ah, ah)

Call the gang on you if you hatin'

Just be careful what you saying

We ain't fucking with no fake shit

Put you in a situation, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

We ain't fucking with no fake shit, no, no