I got a couple young bitches outside waitin' for me
So I grab my Champs hoodie and my Timbs if it's snowin'
I'ma pop a couple pills 'til I can't feel nothin'
'Cause it double the fun
And make me numb when we fuckin'
Then we hop in the whip (skrrt)
I got that Wavy Jone$ bumpin'
Don't nobody say shit
Real quiet while we puffin' on some medical piff
I got piles of it stuffed inside the trunk wit' ya' bitch
She fuckin' dead, boy, I'm crazy on some murderous shit

I pull up blunted, I'm faded
Two gold chains like I made it
Fuck life, bitch, I hate it
Goth pussy, I ate it
I'm ridin' 'round and I'm holdin'
Cops ask, I don't know 'em
Fuck a hater, I'm glowin'
Might turn the lights off and show 'em

I'll fuck my bitch in the back room
Then turn it into my trap room
My closet look like a bath room
You pussy just like a cat, bruh
I do this shit like it's nothing
Got three hoes I ain't fuckin'
My main bitch change the subject
So sick and tired of this struggling