[Intro: Roman6ixv3, Yung Hatchet, and ATL_JS]

My phone on 6 percent

A-a-a-ye Yung Hatchet, drop this one

Yeah, aye

Hm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha

Check it out, hm

[Verse 1: ATL_JS]

Purple haze, blowin' in my face, give me all my space

Cuz I need it, gotta be this way, I don't like to wait

Cuz I'm fiendin' gotta make a play

Pull up where you stay, leave you bleedin', do not say my name

We are not the same

[Verse 2: sammythesavage]

Trappin' in kitchen, water whippin', know I'm sippin', yuh

Your racks you be slippin', nah, aye, what

Pull up with a stick, then I put it in your face

Drako sprayin' fast like it just did the race, aye

Hop in the jet, hop in the vet, wearin' Hermes, yuh

She love how I flex, I get the checks, she know I'm up next, yuh

She hop in the coupe, sittin' on my coach

She countin' my bread, yuh

Pull up with them sticks, got the beams like Infrared, yuh

[Verse 3: ATL_JS]

I don't feel for em', why they still snorin'?

Watch you sleep on me, that shit get borin'

See the rain drippen' down, that's my crew stormin'

Get the streets roarin', that's a real foreign

Wet these bitches up, now they stand for me

Got them cameras up, I kill astroids

I know they never see me comin', I snuck up on em'

Now they all know my name, guess I did somethin'

[Verse 4: sammythesavage]

I got cash in the Jansport, whippin' motorsport

Goin' overseas, I don't need a passport

You a dork, boutta pull up from the half court, yuh

Aye, what, woah

[Verse 5: ATL_JS]

Changin' the weather

You know one day we be playin' with feathers

Hate on myself, creatin' this weather

Glad we got love, can hold us together, livin' just better

Everyone know I say never, you know I say never, aye, hm, aye

This summer we comin' forever

You gave up all of my sweaters, I keep one for the weather

Life it be sweeter than sour, play with my heart for an hour

Snappin' my phone through a flower, you gave up all of the power

Now I'm takin' that shit back, I'm above all these cowards

[Verse 6: Roman6ixv3]

Countin' up these racks, in a foreign car

And I'm smokin' with your bitch, and we goin' far

I don't need no bitches, I don't need no friends

Baby I'm just workin' hard, countin' up these bands

Chillin' with the crew, smokin' on that thraxx

And we countin' up this cash, all these niggas mad

Get up on my level, stay up out my face

I don't have no competition, keep up with my pace

Chillin' with this girl, she goin' through my phone

Saw my other shawty ask, "When you comin' home?"

Stay up out my business, steady fuckin' lyin'

Bitch I'm tired of your shit, I ain't fuckin' tryin'

[Verse 7: sammythesavage]

Sippin' out the cup, yeah, sippin' this syrup

Got me feelin' slow, just like imma turtle

Boy, you a goofy, yeah boy you a lame

Put all that to shame, when I pop off with that K, right up in yo face

Boutta go pick up the bands, boutta go pick up the keys

My wrist so cold, make the water freeze

But my bars so hot, they be meltin' cheese, 400 degrees

Flexin' Louis V in these streets, your girl with me

Got the Glock in the Rari, sippin' that Bacardi

Pull up the party, yuh

Aye, yeah