[Chorus: Jaacob]

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

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

Pop out to the party, I'ma need the details (I'ma be there)

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 (Yeah, huh)

This ain't no fairytale, making a wish (Woah, woah, woah)

Nobody's making you rich

Nobody's bitch, but mine, mine (Mine)

She gonna hit up my line, line (Line)

Figures a week, it's five-five (Yeah)

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 fuckеd up to care that you fear me

I been too fuckеd up to care that you hate me, yeah

Why don't you say it? Just face me, yeah

Fuck all that shit, these some fakes, uh-huh

I been too high to just face it, uh

I been too high to just face it, uh

I was chilling in the crib and yo' ex runnin' up my songs

Give a fuck about a bitch 'cause that shit carry all my wrongs

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

High as fuck right now, I'm levitating, medication strong

[Chorus: Jaacob]

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

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

Pop out to the party, I'ma need the details (I'ma be there)

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 (Yeah, huh)

This ain't no fairytale, making a wish (Woah, woah, woah)

Nobody's making you rich

Nobody's bitch, but mine, mine (Mine)

She gonna hit up my line, line (Line)

Figures a week, it's five-five (Yeah)

Yeah, not alive

[Verse 2: Splite]

Not alive

I'm too high, I'm not alive

Count these bands like every night

Way too high, I'm not alive

Way too fly, it's all on ice (All on ice)

Hundred on me, that's a fact, ayy

Hundred on me, I’ma rap, ayy

Gucci and Louis and Pac, ayy

My bitch think she look good, that's a fact

Girl, you know we locked in, we don't gotta wear a mask

I got hella joints, if you want one, give one back

I ain't with none of that

I pull out my blick and I'm making em’ run like track

Uh-huh

[Chorus: Jaacob & Jaacob & 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