[Intro]

(Haze, call me back)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

[Verse]

Sometimes wake up and I feel it's fuck the world

I'm so in love with my bitch, but sometimes feel it's fuck my girl

Mr. Krabs about my money, I wish I could fuck on Pearl

Niggas chattin', I want action, if it's beef, they come and swirl (Brrt-brrt-brrt)

I can feel my pain turnin' to anger, uh

I just watched my dawg turn to a stranger

I'm just wondering what changed him, uh

I can say my ex made me a demon

'Cause now I feel like all these hoes the same, and I just fuck 'em to get even

I'm still screamin', "Fuck the label that I left"

The only reason I ain't air 'em out 'cause I don't really want the press'

I'd be damned if I get put up on a shelf

Social media got soft and that's the reason most these niggas be depressed

Trippy bullets in the Glock, bro Presi' red

He brothers with my brothers, that's the only reason— ass ain't dead

Hit his chest up, make a bitch stand for the pledge

I really watched my brother pop a nigga and then stand over his head

This bitch ain't that cute, I just want backshots

Run, we get his back popped

Rich as fuck, I bought my momma that spot

Momma lost her job, and Keke jumped inside that trap spot

Tight wrist, watch the pack drop

Hey lil' bro, my back, watch

Really trust the guys who watch my back

They get one up, we get back

I been broke and I been stressed, but a bitch, never that

I know Gotti come in strapped, in all black, wit' his mask

Call him DeJ Loaf, if a nigga try me, he gon' blast

And I know that you mad, but girl, accept the fact

That I can never put this money under anything

I hope you get it, bae, I'm really not a asshole

I just can't be focused on you, I'm focused on everything

Bitch, I gotta' elevate

I just marry money, celebrate by smokin' Wedding Cake

I get paid in hella ways

Pop a Adderall, be up for hella days

Havin' talks wit' God 'bout how I'm devil-made

I think his bitch like me too

I get cash like strippers, checks like Nike

Bitch, give yo' shit up, this a stick-up, put my blick up, you could fight me, too

Bad child, hung around a bad crowd, but I like me, too

One blunt ain't enough for all this stress, I'm finna' light me two

Lotta' pills, I'm fucked up bad

Blame shit on my fucked up past

Rich as fuck, tell my bitch, "Don't ask"

Spend a bag on that Birkin bag

Free Wop, 'till my brother back

Commissary, I sent them racks

Seventeen in my fuckin' mag

Thirty-one when I'm fuckin' mad

He a bitch, he don't fuckin' care, that boy a ghost when shit get real

Pop a opp, don't pop no pill

Bro'll still crash for no pills

Pomerol in my lean cup, I don't feel right on this wheel

She gon' take what I feed her, slut bitch, and she know that's real

I'll fuck her mind up

I just sent the bros to LAX, bitch, come and find us

Zaza in the wood, I'm smokin' big shit

Bro still slidin' like a Ripstik

We still out here on some rich shit

Only big shit, my lil' bro ain't wit' the blicks, but he still blick shit

In that field, we hit shit, only hit sticks, we don't do attempteds

Grab my pole and stick shit, if I didn't, woulda' got my shit split

Really wish some shit was different, but it's not, I can't complain

On my own, I'm still the same, don't gotta' pop out wit' no gang