[Chorus]

I'm smoking gas, I'm selling bags, come cop a eighth or two

If you want the rest, just hit my boy, you better pay the dude

If your ass look like a snitch, I got to stay away from you

This rapping shit so gay, I rather trap and sell some G's

You think I'm falling off? Well, pussy-nigga, April Fools

That little nigga crying on FaceTime, his songs ain't getting no views

Bitch, I don't got no sense, bitch, I'm forever breaking rules

And if I was you, my nigga, yes, I would hate me too

[Verse]

Bitch, I don't see these niggas, I'm just trying to make these blues

If a nigga ever play with me, his ass gon' make the news

I know some young niggas kicking doors and taking shoes

Couple bitches in my trap house, shaking ass and taking nudes

I'm pouring lean, I'm sipping green, the cream be tasting smooth

We got this bitch too trapped out, put this shit on pay-per-view

Man, these niggas broke, go get some clothes, these bitches basic too

I keep these niggas sizzling hot like some bacon do

[Chorus]

I'm smoking gas, I'm selling bags, come cop a eighth or two

If you want the rest, just hit my boy, you better pay the dude

If your ass look like a snitch, I got to stay away from you

This rapping shit so gay, I rather trap and sell some G's

You think I'm falling off? Well, pussy-nigga, April Fools

That little nigga crying on FaceTime, his songs ain't getting no views

Bitch, I don't got no sense, bitch, I'm forever breaking rules

And if I was you, my nigga, yes, I would hate me too