[Intro]
Let's go
Blatt, slatt (I, I have—)
Ski, ski (I-I have—)
Let's go (I have to kill you now)
What the—? Blatt
[Verse 1]
Ski mask on, that money be my bride
K'd up, K'd up, K'd up, K'd up, bitch, we like Bonnie and Clyde, Clyde
Fuck, I gotta survive, two years ago they wouldn't let me inside
Every song feel like winnin' a prize, now I got these bitches wan' me get in they thighs
I get off them drugs by my lonely, yeah
If one go, two go, I'm sorry, baby, but you can't be spared
I get off them drugs by my lonely, yeah
If one go, two go, I'm sorry, baby, but you can't be spared
[Verse 2]
Smoke Backwoods 'til my lungs hurt
I do hard work, but I'm puttin' fun first
Yeah, I wanna fuck, put it in a bun first (Okay)
I break down, it's just me in the church
Keep askin' God, "What the fuck is my worth?"
'Fore I pop a Perc, think like, "What is this worth?"
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Bitch, unhand me, can I be yours? I can't be
In the clique was a deer In headlights, fuck it, ran over a Bambi
We ain't even touch, why you talkin' 'bout a Plan B?
Hoes playin' defense better than Jalen Ramsey
[Chorus]
Shit, devil turned into a princess
Gotta lose one more, can't win yet
Locked in so I bet what twin bet
Down bad, it was nothin' but a twin bed
Thank god for that motherfuckin' twin bed
Akimbo, two deep, it's a twin mag
Left twenty-somethin' in him, a shit bag (What the—? Blatt)
[Verse 3]
Wee-woo, wee-woo, hoes goin' over the speed limit
I ain't rappin', I'm preachin' it, money fake, boy, stop pretendin'
I'm outside, like, "Where are they at?" I'm tryna' go get 'em, oh yeah
DJ K, boy, I can't stop winnin', bro in the trap, his ass can't stop whippin'
I don't love shit, but I love these women, Prada fur coat, but the inside linen
ARP squeezed like a goddamn lemon, look in the mirror at my goddamn twin 'nem
He looked at ya wrong? Fuck it, go split 'em, I got a cut and went straight down the middle
Bro hid a crime, left 12 a riddle, I'll play the backdoor like a fiddle, yeah
[Chorus]
Shit, devil turned into a princess
Gotta lose one more, can't win yet
Locked in so I bet what twin bet
Down bad, it was nothin' but a twin bed
Thank god for that motherfuckin' twin bed
Akimbo, two deep, it's a twin mag
Left twenty-somethin' in him, a shit bag (What the—? Blatt)