Wildflowerpx3:

(Got a question)

Archr Tag:

(archr go kinda stupid)

Chorus (dax):

Got that “watermelon, silly”

Y’all won’t be here tomorrow, no, not really

Puff it, don’t pass, it got me giddy

I’m up, you lames won’t last -last

Verse 1 (dax):

Smoke that shit that Johnny tested, all your strains are not impressive

Jay or two, I got that pressure, your bae’s removed, she’s not invested

Listen… you can’t change the truth, smoke that shit that gave Babe a roof

Backwoods like bats, ain’t laced, they boof, that’s old pussy: saber tooth, my

Boy’s got a K with lasers too, pack in the mail: three days or two

Thinking you got it, you're way confused, still sonning you niggas, now pay some dues

My person of interest loves Asian foods, got taste in shoes, peak playlist moves, so

Pretty when mad but they stay enthused, and no matter the time or the day, they still serving

Face, delete your drafts, it's an urgent case, beneath the mask is a person's

Place, these tees ain't Raf, no Hermes placement, my crush might crash in the top down

Space ship, I might crash (ah) I might crash (ah) if I'm driving this time 'cause I can't stop

Facing 'em, I've been feeling silly, ugh ugh, I've been elite-lite-lite-lite

I'm feeling geeked, I'm out my barrel, nigga, I'm Tweek'd, ugh

Ugh, feeling the breeze, ugh ugh, leave your home in debris, ugh

Ah, dox your name on apparel, I'll leave your face right on a tee, ah

Ah, DJ DAX going feral, mmm, que pare pero no quiero, ah

Smoke that shit that made Ted talk, rings on hand, it's fashion wedlock

Spiked the herb, I'm burning Chesnaught, t-t-t-talked your shit, but it went opposite, lofty

Promises and shit, I guess not, still smoking that shit that the beabadoo, your

Boyfriend's a lame in adidas boosts, that's a two tone Glock when I need to shoot, yeah

Right, right, thought I needed you, yeah, right, I'mma stay silly, I'mma stay

Silly - like we agreed to do, the reverend of "seven", I need the "two"

Whip too fast, no key to move

I put that shit on like I'm Beetlejuice

I'm sending you texts: do you read 'em through? (Got a question)

Swear these niggas ain't shit, can't read the room

Still don't like how he treated you

Give me a shot and I'll breathe the truth

I'm a pretty boy on my p's and q's

Inner circle shitting on whatever, always better when the team is fyooch

Baby, just say that shit and they'll be removed (there ain't nothing hard about it)

I mean, I know what it means to you

Passenger prince, black window tints, DAX on the mix: ease of use

And all these heart reacts mean "please come through" (Got a question)

Without my angeltype, what would I do?

And I know why it's silly: archr go kinda stu-

Chorus (dax):

Got that “watermelon, silly”

Y’all won’t be here tomorrow, no, not- no, not

Verse 2 (Jori):

Smoke the shit that made Wayne weezy, took the roof off, "No Ceilings"

Stacking mula made my life easy, hot wind flows got the weather breezy

Balenciaga and Fiora shirt, bad bitch with a Louis purse

Special grade, fill an empty cup, then I sip it gone - that's a Hollow Purp

Niggas mad 'cause I said it first, hyped it up, didn't drop a verse

Sorry for the wait, yeah, I know it hurt, believe me - said I'll do ya' dirt

"Jori duty," court out the booth, ATL got me making moves

Met with DAX and I chilled with Louv, fucking with the vision cause I saw the fyooch and said (Got a question)

Chorus (dax):

Got that “watermelon, silly”

Y’all won’t be here tomorrow, no, not really

Puff it, don’t pass, it got me giddy

I’m up, you lames won’t last -last