I don't really like to rush, bae, I love a downers

I just came up on some 10s, bae you need a script

Hit the whip it until my head explode like I was skrilla

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

I'm a rockstar, it's never dark in Atlanta

Sippin wockhardt, it's different colors in my fanta

Ride around with dreadhead killers, they some rosta's

Told her hop in the ride with me and now she wagwan

She wanna be on the side of the criminals, I gave her all my love on a pedestal

She seen me throw back one, I still got two to go

Her love purgatory, bae, I gotta go

I don't really like to rush, bae, I love a downers

I just came up on some 10s, bae you need a script

Hit the whip it until my head explode like I was skrilla

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

I just came up on some 10s, bae you need a script

Hit the whip it until my head explode like I was skrilla

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead

Took that bitch into the morgue, and now she talkin' to the dead