[Intro: Splite]

Woah, woah (Woah, woah)

Woah (Woah)

Woah, woah (Woah, woah)

Woah (Woah)

[Chorus: Jaacob]

Yeah, my bitch think that she look good, that's for real

I be out here popping on that shit just like some pills

Pop out to the party, I'ma need the details

I'm not talking money in this shit when I mean sales

Remember this shit? I was stacking them bricks

Fucking that shit, I was fucking your bitch

This ain't no fairytale, making a wish

Woah, nobody's making you rich

Nobody's bitch, but mine, mine

She gonna hit up my line, line

Figures a week, it's five-five

Yeah, not alive

[Verse 1: Splite]

I cannot talk to nobody that's needy

I been on DND, so you can't hear me

I been too flooded to care that you fear me

I been too flooded to care that you hate me, oh

Why don't you say you just face me? Oh

Fuck all that shit, see somе [?]

I been too high to just face it, oh

I been too high to just face it, oh

I was chilling in the crib and yo' ass running on my songs

Givе a fuck about a bitch 'cause that shit carried all my wrongs

If I die today, I'm dying lit, no Carti, I'm on mars

High as fuck, I'm levitating, medication strong

[Chorus: Jaacob]

Yeah, my bitch think that she look good, that's for real

I be out here popping on that shit just like some pills

Pop out to the party, I'ma need the details

I'm not talking money in this shit when I mean sales

Remember this shit? I was stacking them bricks

Fucking that shit, I was fucking your bitch

This ain't no fairytale, making a wish

Woah, nobody's making you rich

Nobody's bitch, but mine, mine

She gonna hit up my line, line

Figures a week, it's five-five

Yeah, not alive

[Verse 2: Splite]

I been up five-five and I ain't counting

Little bro wanna fight, why ain't you sliding?

Little bro wanna talk this shit, come find me

Way too high in this ho, I'm flying

I been up with the geeks, yeah

I been up with the fiends, yeah

Beef with me, you get the beam, yeah

Beef with me, you get the beam, yeah

What the fuck is you talking about? I be on mars

I can't find on that bro 'cause he be way to far

What the fuck is your talking 'bout? I be on sh—

I went [?] for you losing [?]

Smoking that dope, it be hella right

I spend on my bag, ain't one bitch I like

You talking this shit, but what is your life?

I counted up fifty-five

[Chorus: Jaacob with Splite]

Yeah, my bitch think that she look good, that's for real

I be out here popping on that shit just like some pills

Pop out to the party, I'ma need the details

I'm not talking money in this shit when I mean sales

Remember this shit? I was stacking them bricks

Fucking that shit, I was fucking your bitch

This ain't no fairytale, making a wish

Woah, nobody's making you rich

Nobody's bitch, but mine, mine

She gonna hit up my line, line

Figures a week, it's five-five

Yeah, not alive